Born in Bamberg, Germany in 1902 to a Jewish family, he built a life for himself. Sadly, I do not know much about his early life, but from the little I do, I know it was a full one. He was a Jewish man, growing up in the context of increasing anti-semitism, studying to be a lawyer. I am sure he would have had fascinating stories, but sadly I never had the opportunity to ask him as he died when I was 8.
What I do know, mainly from my mum, is that in the early 1930s he was in a relationship with a communist. Fearing for her life, she escaped; my grampa driving her to the border. When he returned to his flat he found a note from a friend, warning him that ‘they’ were after him now. I often wonder if that act saved him; he escaped Germany before the anti-Semitic laws really took hold, before Kristallnacht and before people started being forced into concentration camps. The rest of his immediate family followed suit in 1938, scattering across the globe to Brazil and Australia.