This is my husband's family in Plovdiv in 1926: his mother Margarita, his father Isak, my husband Moritz, standing in front of his father, and his sister Lika. I never met my husband's mother, as she had died before I married Moritz. My husband's father was a commissionaire. He used to go around the villages and gather different orders. Moritz's family was rich enough. They had their own house in Plovdiv. His family didn't want me to marry him because I was poor. My husband's parents and sister lived in Plovdiv all their lives. I suppose that the picture was taken in front of their house that exists no more.