“The word “Geborgenheit” in turn reminds me of an evening at our very modest one-room dwelling. The year was 1940 and I was only 6 years old. We were seated at the table having dinner: my father, my mother and I. My parents talked for a long time and I was just listening without understanding, of course, what they were talking about. All around one could hear the roar of war. At night the Soviet planes bombing Warsaw, during the day the threat of being arrested in the street and shot dead. In that context of hatred, my being so close to people who loved each other (she, German, he, a Pole) resulted in something unforgettable and extraordinary. I felt “geborgen” in the deepest and fullest meaning of that word. Very, very happy, still sitting at the table, I fell asleep.”