I sent this telegram to Moshe (Martin) Goldmann, who was my boyfriend back then and who would later become my husband.
I wrote it in 1937 to tell him that I had received my certificate for Palestine. Moshe had already left Germany in 1934.
My mother got her certificate first, mine came a bit later.
Because the certificate had to be used before a certain date – otherwise it would have expired – my mum had to leave without me.
I stayed in our house, in a room in the attic. We had already abandoned our apartment. I was alone for two, three weeks.
I can’t remember how I felt, and I can’t remember what I did.
Finally, there was a note from the Jewish Agency in the mail that I could pick up my certificate.
The only thing I had with me was a suitcase with a few dresses.