I fell in love with life again. I worked there for one year as a cabinetmaker. At first I was living with fifty or sixty kids in an orphanage for Jewish children, called Chateau Eiffel. It was run by Jewish relief agencies. As soon as I made some money, I moved out with four others into a cheap hotel, the Hotel Chateau d'Eau. We still associated with the orphans but also began meeting many new kids. We heard that if you were 18 or younger and healthy, you could go to Canada. None of us knew anything about Canada except that there was snow and it was near the United States. I had to falsify my birth date as 1929 in order to qualify for immigration to Canada. I gave my name to the Jewish Aid Society, was interviewed by the Canadian Embassy, and received a complete medical examination.