I read somewhere that Jewish children wanting to leave the country could go to city hall to apply for immigration, so we did. We got two passports one for Henri and myself, and one for Esther and Jacques.
We sailed from Brussels to London
. I was so seasick. In London, we were put in another orphanage that was like a castle to me. It was very drafty and cold. No one spoke French, and I remember trying to find paper. I always tried to leave notes everywhere I went in the underground train station, the bus station in the hope that my sister Sarah might see them. From London we boarded the SS Aquitania
. Again, I was sick the whole time and spent practically the whole trip in the sick bay.