That’s me as a small child, together with my mother. I was probably three years old. We went to a photographer, because we wanted to surprise my father with nice pictures.
Even though my parents had a difficult relationship, I had a carefree childhood. We were not rich, because my father earned his money as a shoes salesman.
He worked for a Jewish manufacturer. He was very diligent; he brought in a lot of orders. But they often delivered two left or two right shoes to him.
Then he didn’t get the commission payment. So we had a difficult time financially. Thank God, we had Grandma!