“I quickly got used to being picked up by my mother, and taken to the air raid shelter near our home. Although frightening, this was a great adventure to me as a child, for in the shelter I played with… — 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
“Within minutes we had left the station and were entering a cutting with trees on both sides, so the horror of the massacre was… — 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 on his… — 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 Eva gave… — Alfred Nestor Copy Share Image
