“I look at my mother, connected by a breath of glimmering hope, her red and shadowed eyes reveal that some element of… — 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… — 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… — 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… — 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… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“Her soul died that night under a radiant silver moon in the spring of 1918 on the side of a blood-spattered trench.… — Helen Zenna Smith 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… — 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… — 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… — 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;… — 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… — 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… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“Within minutes we had left the station and were entering a cutting with trees on both sides, so the horror of the… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“A very important man used to visit her sometimes, and I met him too. He loved children and used to dandle me… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“One woman, called Eva, used to visit my mother and sometimes we would call in next door to visit her. Sometimes Frau… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“I thought of the people on the roof and wondered how they managed to stay up there as there was nothing to… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“We had the air war overhead, which was frightening, but we were, in a way, getting used to it. Now, however, we… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“At times the engine stopped, and grown-ups and children climbed out of the carriages with tins to collect water from the engine… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“The train, I was later told by my mother, only had about ten carriages to it, and there were hundreds of people… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“After the Christmas and New Year of 1944 my mother and I returned to Strausberg, but the area was full of people… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“As we passed this living cruelty, I shuddered in momentarily isolation and then let out an audible gasp at what I saw.… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“But you never knew where the bombs would fall in the dark, so night bombing was even more frightening than daylight bombing.… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
“I felt so much more than horror. I was so afraid, shocked by what I saw. There were hundreds of men, women… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
