One day Mr. Gruber and I were walking together through Central Park. He was asking me about my parents. I said, “I lost my parents when I was quite young, ten or eleven years old.” Then I said to him, “What about your parents? What about your father?”
“My father?” he said, “Hitler was so compassionate to my father. He took care of my father.”
In this way I came to learn that his father had been killed in the war.