My grandparents learned from their
landlord in Paris that the Gestapo
came to arrest them only 5 or 6 days
after they had escaped.

Each Sunday in Le Got my grandparents
toasted "a dimanche prochain" ("to next Sunday"),
hoping to be alive for one more week.

While in exile, my grandmother
kept cyanide pills in the lining of her
vest to poison herself and the entire
family rather than be deported if they
were ever caught.

Toward the end of their time in
hiding, my grandfather
frequently had to hide in the
woods; once he reappeared after several
days and his daughters were shocked to see
that his beard had turned white.