I ran away twelve times that year. I was quite wild. I had to learn the rules of the house. After having lived on the streets for so long, I didn't know that meal times were at breakfast, lunch and dinner. It took me about three months before I was able to talk to anyone.
Over the years, I developed a wonderful relationship with the Satanovs. They became like my parents. They bought me my first bike, my first roller skates, and enrolled me in Hebrew
school and took me to the movies. They wanted to adopt me but I remembered what my brother Jean had told me during the war, and I refused to change my name.