I was probably six or seven years old when my mother first put that idiotic pink bow in my hair.
She had me dressed up like a little doll, in my nicest shoes and dress, all because we were going to see ‘the Germans’.
I didn’t understand what this meant when I was a little girl. But now I know– we were crossing the borders from one country into another.
That’s what life used to be like in Europe; border crossings were a major event.