text: I read the opinion article with great interest, as I share the author's life experience growing up in a Berlin suburb since 1929. In my childhood I had to show two different faces , my normal one within the family, my neutralized one to the outside world, every day I was warned never to mention anything of what I heard discussed at home, because terrible things would then happen to the family. On my way to school in the morning of November 10th 1938 I had to pass the burning synagogue wondering why no fire engine was there, instead SA Brownshirts  were throwing stuff in there to make it burn better. We were three girls passing , shocked to our bones and started running.  At the Catholic school  our teacher had always reminded us on Saturdays to be quiet and respectful when passing this "Jewish Church" where people worshiped on Saturdays.
   I could add many more experiences up to the end of World War II, that made our life hell and costing my father his liberty and life.