Henk Pander, The Kitchen "We lived next door to a Catholic hospital. The Franciscans had taken a liking and concern for my family, my parents and five small children, during the famine. They would boil some potatoes and add some grease. One day, my father and my little sister, Gesa, went to the hospital kitchen to pick up the pan with food. Suddenly, German soldiers burst in, looking for someone in hiding there. They pointed at my dad and said, “That is him.” The monk replied, “That is our nice neighbor, not who you are looking for.” My father’s fate was decided between Church and State." 


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