‘But they’ll take it as their own, maybe even use it to arrest more of our people,’ Roz cried indignantly. ‘I’d rather you set it alight than that.’

‘And alert every Nazi for miles around to our existence?’ Samuel wagged an admonitory finger. ‘You have to start thinking with your head, bubala, not your heart.’

Roz wanted to retaliate by suggesting they find a river and push the car into it, or set it alight just as the train arrived and then make a run for it, but she knew she was being childish, and at fifteen years old she should know better than to make petulant comments. Frowning, she leaned forward as they passed the turning to the station. ‘How far is the hiding place from the station?’

Inge turned to face her daughter again. ‘We’re not catching the train here; we’re going to Berlin. No one knows us there, so we needn’t fear someone telling the authorities where we are.’

Roz’s jaw fell. ‘But that’s hours away!’

Samuel nodded. ‘The Nazis will assume we’ve gone to the station here in Frankfurt.’

Roz looked at him uncertainly in the reflection of the rear-view mirror. ‘You’re sure they won’t follow us to Berlin?’

Samuel shook his head. ‘No, they believe they’re catching people unawares, so they’ll expect us to go for the nearest station.’ He tapped his left temple with his forefinger. ‘They’re soldiers, they’re not paid to think, but rather do as instructed without question.’

‘So, we’re safe!’ said Roz.

Her father grinned. ‘As safe as we can be, and certainly a lot safer than if we’d stayed at home.’

Inge gently squeezed her husband’s hand and smiled lovingly at him. ‘Having our things ready in the boot of the car was a good idea.’

Samuel glanced back at his daughter. Her eyes were drooping and she had linked her hands together, laying her cheek against them as she slowly drifted off to sleep. He turned back to Inge. ‘I shouldn’t have had to hide our things in the car, because none of this should be happening.’

‘I know, but it is, and at least we’re safe, which is more than I can say for others.’ She wiped away a tear as it touched her cheek, then pointed out the windscreen. ‘Snow.’

He nodded. ‘Luckily it’s only just starting. I wouldn’t like to think what could have happened had we tried to escape with a blanket of snow on the ground.’