So I got into the car, and we drove.The car took us past the school that we attended. We didn't say a word. We just looked at each other as the car drove on. And it stopped in front of the City Hall which had a few walk-up steps and a large glass door, and huge Nazi flags draping the entire front of the building. And I walked up those steps surrounded by Germans watching. I was on display along with other Jews that were being brought in. One of them a little boy the age of perhaps 10 or 11. One was a man of one leg on a crutch. One was still wearing his pajamas. We were all taken in and put into a single cell in the basement, 100 people, only standing room. And there we stayed all night, stood. There was no place to sit. And some not able to hold their urine or their bowel was so terribly -- well, demoralized is to say it mildly. It was meant to be that way. In the morning, they opened the cell door; and they let us out. And to my great surprise, as we walked out, along each side of the door -- of the walk-up steps, people stood to watch us as we walked down. We were on display like freaks. It was the most painful moment in my life. For here I thought of myself just a boy, a clown, happy-go-lucky. Yeah I was Jewish, fine. But I was a human being like everyone else. Suddenly I was on display, ridiculed, laughed at. People were pointing at me. People were pointing at someone who had big stains on the front of his pants because he couldn't hold it any longer. It was a terribly devastating experience. And I looked -- as I walked down the last step around the corner, my mother stood waiting for me.