As we cautiously stepped closer to our new home (until the end of the war). My fathers co- workers greeted us in a suspicious hurry, they led us up for what seemed hundreds of stairs. We finally stopped at a bookcase which was a relief.
I was extremely tired and eager to find mine and Margot’s bedroom, I brightened my room with photos of famous people.
My father called me and Margot to go to the dinner room which we spent most of are time in an awkward silence. Must go, mother shouted, we have to stay quiet for another hour.