My grandmother Hilda told me that she met Kurt when they went to socialist youth groups and summer camps. The friendships she made then have lasted over the years. Almost all the people she knew then were Jewish and later emigrated during the war. They continue to write to her and visit when they come to Vienna.

During that time my grandmother began to take photographs. Her father gave her a camera. She learned to develop and print the photographs in the sun.

Hilda and Kurt were married in 1931.

A year later he became sick with multiple sclerosis and my grandmother looked after him for eight years. Before dying Kurt could no longer speak. During the war they declared his house a Jewish home.