As I am writing, I recall a major in the US Army who took me to an apartment on the Tegerseer Strasse, where I got sick with pneumonia and they took me to a small, horrible German hospital, then to Schwabinger Krankenhaus.

He was Jewish, an optometrist from New York City; maybe he is stilll alive, and for sure he would remember me – I was the first survivor he encountered.

Sorry I did not think sooner, but maybe he is still alive. I recall no name, only that he wrote to his wife to bake something good and mail it to me.