Ten days after their wedding, my grandfather took his new bride to America. His in-laws fumed. How could this dull man flee the country with their precious only child? In Berlin, my grandfather had been arrested and jailed by the brown shirts for violating curfew. Stop over-reacting! they said. It will pass. Life will go back to normal. The year was 1936. My grandfather had a cousin who worked at a doll hospital repairing bald sockets and broken limbs. Just you wait, his in-laws shook their fists. The newlyweds walked the gang plank. In New York, they waited and waited.