Matthew Kneale remembers a visit to Hamburg in 1967 with his mother, the writer and illustrator Judith Kerr To me, my first visit to Germany, the country my mother had fled aged nine, in 1933, as the Nazis rose to power, was an adventure.
Best of all, it was term time, so my sister Tacy and I missed a day or two of school. It was exciting to be away with our cousins, who were older and worldlier than we were.
We were in a foreign country, with its small differences, and I remember being amazed by the sight of vending machines that dispensed fresh apples and pears.
We went to the zoo. We took a boat tour round the harbour and felt mildly but unthreateningly seasick. We were warned that the event that had brought us all to Hamburg would be
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