Groningen and the Occupation of the Netherlands, January 1939 to 1942

We felt immense relief when we finally crossed the Dutch border; for the first time in a long while, we felt like free people. My daughter and her mother-in-law, Dini, were waiting at the border. They greeted us with excitement and affection. We had our most important document, the residence permit, with us. My daughter and Dini got onto our train with us, and we could finally give vent to our hearts. We cried and laughed with joy. In Groningen, our son-in-law was waiting for us at the railway station. He, too, welcomed us with love. At their home, everything