She said that I should go back to my former trade if we ever wanted to get married. And she was right.
“Nowhere was there an institution as lively and caring as the Joodse Invalide in Amsterdam. It seemed to be both a theater and a sheltered workshop. There even were performances. Johnny & Jones presented revues. Violinists came and played next to people’s beds. Non-Jewish artists came as well. The concept was unique. Patients were kept active because they were allowed to participate in cooking, doing laundry, and in the administration. In the thirties, the Joodse Invalide was a household word; it became a refuge and a center of resistance during the war, but it ceased to exist when the Germans emptied the place and murdered the residents.