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I was 11 when the Germans invaded Holland. I remember seeing the planes flying overhead and sensing the great agitation of my parents. I thought we might get bombed or we might not get enough food, but the idea that we faced another threat because we were Jewish didn’t even enter my head. My mother was a Parisian Catholic, and although my father had registered us as Jewish in Amsterdam in 1938 — he wanted us to be part of the Jewish community, like the rest of his Dutch family — my older sister and I weren’t really brought up as Jewish.