I Thought I Would Forget. . . . . . what I experienced between the ages of three and eleven. Those years comprised five years of World War Two and three more years in Poland afterwards. These memories have stayed with me all my life. Here I describe the fate my family and I suffered, a fate shared by millions of others. Yet each family has its own particular experiences. First there were the good days in Duesseldorf and the escape from the bombing raids to Poland. Then there were the events resulting from our being overrun by Russian soldiers. A large part of my story recalls the three years I spent with a Polish farm family. Finally there is the odyssey of my happy return to Germany.