We were all worried about who we were going to live with in Canada. When we arrived in Vancouver
I was separated from my sister and brothers. We all went to live in different homes. I went to live with my foster parents, Joe and Minnie Satanov, who were childless. When Mr. Satanov came to the train station and saw me, he said, "I want that little girl". The social worker Jean Rose, took me to their great big house. Mrs. Satanov was in the kitchen ironing and didn't even look my way when I arrived. I knew right then that she didn't want me but I had no choice and was too tired. They took me to my room and Jean Rose said good-bye. I asked for Esther's, Jacques' and Henri's phone number and I called them right away and told them to come and get me.