I was born on March 29, 1930 and lived in a suburb of Berlin where there were only three Jewish families. On the eve of Kristallnacht, their businesses were completely destroyed and my life radically changed. My uncle, with the help of the Œuvre de Secours aux Enfants (OSE) helped hide me in France. I wondered how my parents were able to make such a difficult decision to send their 8 year old son away. I keep wondering if all the good things that came out of my past were attributed to just plain luck, being in the right place at the right time, or was it G-d who helped me?