The noise of the train wheels on the tracks had long since become monotonous. Looking out the window I saw the trees passing by quickly; I only had a small sealed suitcase with some money tokens and a photograph. Pictured was the last family portrait my family took before I had to leave Poland. There were around 200 other children on the train to England. We have all left our beloved home country to escape the danger that may lie ahead. My parents told me that it would only last until the end of the summer, like at boarding school, and that I would be back in a very short time. We arrived in Harwich, a major trading port in England, on December 2, 1938, just three weeks after Kristallnacht. While we were waiting to change trains, I remember thinking back to that terrible night. The news spread like wildfire. As soon as my parents heard about what had happened in Germany, they knew that it wouldn't be long before a war broke out. Within the next week arrangements were made to transport me to England as an asylum. We were dropped off at Liverpool Street station in London on a bright sunny afternoon, wearing our numbers so that volunteer families could find the children they had been assigned to. After about 30 minutes of people bustling around and rounding up children, I was left with 11 more unclaimed children. I remember thinking, “Why me?” Why do I have to go through all this? A woman named Mary took us to a school where we were told to stay until we found some families. A few days passed and finally a family came and took me and a little boy, Noah, to their house. The young couple introduced themselves as Sam and Olivia Murphy. Their house was small, but sufficient, and had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room... half of paper... enough on its own," I replied. "His turtle friends were sad when they saw Logan but they said they wanted one thing to be remembered by him. For the little boys and girls who don't listen to their families who start to listen because Logan didn't listen and ended up paying for it he apologized to Sam and Olivia . He still had some flashes of stubbornness, but he got better and we began to share a sibling relationship. After the war was over there was no telling that our parents hadn't survived. For a while I didn't know what would happen to Noah and me. The Murphys told us to get ready to go out and that they had a surprise for us. Over ice cream that evening Sam and Olivia explained that we would be formally adopted into their family.