Eventually, Jean separated us all and placed us in different hiding places. I remember him telling me to kiss Maman goodbye. My next memory is of being with a strange family. I think that my mind went into shock. I never cried. I became a child of silence. I was so hurt. While the children in the house went to school, I used to sit under the kitchen table. I wasn't allowed to go outside.
Afterwards, Jean moved me around to many different hiding places and I lived with so many different people. Jean told me to always remember who I was and that I was Jewish
, but never to tell anyone my last name, for fear that it would reveal that I was Jewish. I don't think I really understood but I knew not to ask questions. Henri was the one who kept track of where we all were during the war and would always keep in touch with me.