“At times the engine stopped, and grown-ups and children climbed out of the carriages with tins to collect water from the engine steam pipes. This was the only drinking water that we had access to, and though it was hot… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“I look at my mother, connected by a breath of glimmering hope, her red and shadowed eyes reveal that some element of our whole… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“I remember seeing one elderly man look at us, and he held his hand out, and most frightening were his eyes, dark as a… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“One day, I noticed that my father’s uniform had changed from a smart, light green colour with silver edging on the shoulder straps to… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“Children accept the conditions they are born into, and, to a degree, I was getting used to the bombings, fires, and death around me.… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“But the public did not know the truth about what happened to the people in the trucks; they believed the stories from the government,… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“Later, I started to understand just why these children ‘hated’ us other children. I understood that they did not, in fact, hate ‘us’, but… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“The fact is that many people did not – and still do not – understand that many Germans were held in the concentration camps… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“He loved children and used to dandle me on his knee. This was how the title came about for this book, Uncle Hitler, although… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“As he journeyed alone toward the monster that is death, we could do nothing to help him, nor the others still alive; all the… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“I heard people talking about what this Red Army did to any Germans they captured, and this only added to my fears.” — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“I do recall hearing a conversation in our home in Strausberg, between my mother and my father, where my mother sounded very angry that… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“I quickly got used to being picked up by my mother, and taken to the air raid shelter near our home. Although frightening, this… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
