German Cars

It took time for me to become enthusiastic about anything German. I have been hit by the blast of a V1 flying bomb. My mother had just risen from a chair with my baby brother and a dagger of glass pierced the back of the chair. Hollywood explosions are all pretty, billowing orange. There is no shrapnel, nobody has the breath knocked out of them and nobody is deafened.

My in-laws were German-Jewish, just two escaped. My wife and son could have been candidates for a cattle truck. I take this sort of thing personally.