Siegfried Heilbrunn, left, with a steer in front of his butcher shop in Eisenach, Germany, sometime before he was forced to flee with his family in 1936.
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Things did not begin well
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We were to be 12 at dinner, 7 adults and 5 children
Oh the racket! Oh the horror we will now have to endure!
Never give up, yes, but go beyond, go beyond
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