That’s my parents, Leopold and Franziska Brodmann, together with friends at the Danube river in Vienna after the war.
For ten years, I hadn’t heard anything from my parents. I knew that they were in Shanghai, but I didn’t receive any letters.
It wasn’t possible; we were at war. They returned to Vienna in 1947; I went back in 1954.
My father, who was still relatively young, went back to working as a sales representative for the textile industry.