At six in the morning a farmer came with his wagon for our heavy suitcases and heavy clothes. We had to walk to Horb, to the train, the little children too. The streets were empty, silent. We carried food baskets of whatever we had in the house, which wasn’t much. My mother baked cakes with some apples maybe. Potatoes, maybe. Who remembers? People were numb, leaving a place where they had lived for hundreds of years.

From an interview by Mimi Schwartz with Sally Lemberger.