AUGUST 1947: My son is born. As a nursing mother I get extra coupons and am able to give my two men a little more to eat.

DECEMBER 1947: I have passed the grammar school entrance exam. The school takes us to an exhibition of photos of the horrific deeds in the Nazi concentration camps. I am shocked and try to distance myself mentally from being German. At home I speak only Czech. I am still demoted from the grammar school because my father is German.