in August, 1939, my parents were provided with visas to Palestine.  They sent a lift to Haifa and wore their summer clothes.  But when they  arrived in Haifa, they were refused entry.  Someone from their home town had informed the authorities that my father had been jailed for communist activities.  My father had been in the Bund. 

They were sent back to Danzig in despair.  By then, the Pevzners had themselves escaped to Switzerland, but somehow managed to work with my aunt Malcah, who was then beginning to engage in underground activities, to provide temporary agricultural visas to England.  Malcah also arranged warmer clothing for them to survive the journey from Danzig to Vleisingen.  

This last part I know from my mother’s stories, but I didn’t have the connections until I spoke with Avi.

i can now fit in the papers i have about what they had when they left Danzig and how they arrived in England.

But now i have to find out how exactly they were provided with papers, how the long trip was arranged, and how  and when my parents renewed their connection with the Pevsners in the ’60s when they went to Israel.