b'BOOK OF MEMORY FOR HOLOCAUST MEMORIAL DAYMY FAMILY CAROLINE ESDAILEO n a wall close to my dressing table are beautiful black and white photographs of my late grandparents.I was fortunate to have known one of them, Seleg Arm, the others perished before I was born. All were heroic and endured tragic circumstances that led to being uprooted from their homes and separated from their loved ones. Their crime was being Jewish during the time of the most brutal of all regimes that plagued Europe, fascism, the rise of Hitler to power in 1930s and the wide spread acceptance of the Nazi doctrine. It is through the lens of the narrative of my grandmothers that I relate their journey. Herta Reiss lived in Berlin with her husband Paul and children Betty and Simon in Agricolastrasse, a middle-class area close to the Tiergarten. In September 1935 the Nuremberg Laws were passed, the Reich Citizenship law and the law to protect German blood and honour. Herta found Simon at home. He along with five other Jewish pupils had been expelled from his secular school, he was given a report card with his results from the previous term and told to clear his desk and locker. Simon was twelve years old, his father told him It will not last forever, Hitler is a manifestation of all times, a second Haman.On 28th October 1938, 6.30am, my grandfathers birthday, there was banging on the doors to the apartment, a policeman entered with two plain-clothed officials. My grandfather, a Polish national, had ten minutes to pack one suitcase and bring his passport. Herta asked, Where are you taking my husband to? and the plain clothed man replied, Its none of your business, we are ridding Germany of vermin. Paul prevailed upon Simon to look after his mother and sister. He kissed and blessed his children for the last time.By 9pm that night Herta learnt that they had taken her husband to Zbaszyn, the Polish border with Germany. A forlorn, insanitary, no-mans land. The Polish government refused to allow Jews in and the German government refused to permit them to return. On 3rd November Herta received a postcard from my grandfather.Following the assassination of Van Rath a German diplomat by a 11'