We married on 2 September 1940. Fritz was as modest and unpretentious as I, so my parents agreed to a compromise; our wedding was not on a large scale in the main synagogue of Zagreb, the usual custom in rich families; we were both married in the little synagogue. I also hated all those white dresses for brides and the artificiality and affectation surrounding it, so my mother agreed that I wear a simple, light-blue suit, although she was not very pleased with my viewpoint. After the synagogue, family and friends were invited to our home, ,and the same evening we left for our honeymoon, to the Adriatic coast. It was my last summer vacation for many years to come. My parents came to the station; I still remember my father's beloved face, his sad glances, his concern for our comfort. Perhaps he was sad because I belonged, from now on, partly to someone else. These were, however still fortunate days! My father wanted to rent an apartment but I was not ready for the role of housewife- I wanted to f inish my studies and we decided to live with Fritzel's parents, who lived in Radisina 14, in their own house, while we had our meals with my parents. Everybody was happy with these arrangements; I did not have to worry about housekeeping, nor about money; Fritz was in my father's business - we had everything we needed except foresight. Table of Contents War (continued)