“One day Ilka told me they were moving to America. Her papa, who was a professor, had found work there. “Is it far away?” I asked. “America?” We hadn’t studied geography yet. “Over the ocean,” she said. I’d never seen the ocean. I thought it was like the pond in the nearby park, only bigger. “I will visit,” I said. “I will write,” she said. The Nazis came. We did neither.”
