and 5, 6 years later, i went back to bordeaux and dey tole me da gestapo neva bring ma oncle bak. afer dat i found his daughter, she was so nice dat girl. People call her Chatilin - a name you get when you leeve in a castle - she marry with a neuvee of da boss of the church in paris, the cardinal. i was in shock, i say, how did find a guy like this? they were so high class. but i learned, when she lose her father, after a couple of years, she went to paris to the church, stayed one week down there, and then she came back in the train, she talked with people, they knew about her father, and then after she got home a few days later a man knocked on her door and say "i know you!"

and she say, i don't know you. "I saw you at the church." they continued to talk, had a cocktail, met over a few weeks, she invited her to see his place, and when she saw that big open iron steel fence high, she didn't understand. "This is my place" he say. driving driving driving, so much land. And then she saw the most beautiful castle- no big, but beautiful. No big as Louis XI - just a castle, beautiful. God what different between my place and yours! She said. Don't worry about it, he say. And then they marry, and he feel sorry for her about her father.