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66 The War Begins My father in the living room listening to the BBC hears the Germans have invaded Poland I waltz in wearing my dirndl, traditional German dress with tight bodice and frills, so popular in Holland. He takes one look, yells at me, “Get that thing off!” He’d bought a boat, docked it in Amsterdam, expected to leave in it if the Germans invaded; they bombed the harbour, the boat with it No more dirndls, no more escape plan ...

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