One day we heard someone banging on the front door. “Upstairs!” called Father.
We flew to our hiding place between the first and second stories, Both floors, upstairs and downstairs, were made up of rooms that were separated by sliding doors and closets. You gou to the hiding place by lifting up the floor of the closet in the room upstairs, and then slipping into the space above the closet downstairs. Three or four people could squeeze into the gap above each of the closers. There was barely enough room for one person in the space above the sliding doors, but that was my hiding place.
I heard the sound of army boots in the corridor and the Germans growing closer and closer. I was terrified. They were sure to hear my heart pounding and the others breathing. They banged on the walls, looking for hollow spaces. Finally the noises died down, and the front door opened and closed. Wed been lucky.