For Whitsuntide, for Pfingsten, as it's called--
This was a popular holiday, same as Easter, and people had--
It was a national holiday. And Pfingsten, usually...
what you did, you went out into the countryside,
and you came back with green branches.
It was kind of a spring holiday-- beginning of summer.
And it was in May.
And you came back, and you decorated your house or your apartment with these branches.
So we had been out in the car, and we came back.
And we had this open car that you've seen on the-- convertible you'd seen on the photo.
And we drew up in front of our house--
let us out, and then my father would drive into the garage...
after we'd got out-- my mother and sister and I-- got out.
And I wasn't looking at the house. I was looking at something else on this side.
There was the house. And I saw my father--
my father's face turned to stone, and I--
He was looking at the house. I looked at the house,
and as I mentioned before, his practice was in the apartment.
So there was his professional sign-- It was copper or whatever--
as a doctor, was right-- fixed in front of the door, by the side of the door.
And across the entire door and the entire--
of course, the sign itself--
the whole front of the house was splattered...
with this "Jude" and various other slogans.
"Juden raus" and all kinds of really nasty things.
And this--
I will never forget my father's face when he saw that.
This must have been like-- [Imitates Slash] like a dagger in his heart.
And he must have, intellectually-- As I said,
he was an exceptionally intelligent man.
He must have intellectually known something like that was coming.
It was inevitable. Even the most assimilated would be, at some point...
hit with this.
How far it would go, of course, nobody knew at that time.
But this was the first time it really came home to him.
It was his sign, his name, besmirched.