The Polish journalist and author (The Emperor and Shah of Shahs) was seven when he and his family fled the Nazis.
I remember walking with my sister next to a horse-drawn cart. High up on the hay my grandfather was lying on a linen sheet. He was paralyzed. When the air raid started, the whole patiently marching crowd was suddenly filled with panic. People sought safety in ditches, in bushes, in the potato fields. On the now empty road there was only the cart on which my grandfather was lying. He could see the planes coming at him, how suddenly they...
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