Laughter echoed through the house, mingled with voices. Accompanying the peaceful atmosphere was the smell of food; no grand-dinner but home-made, delicious food.

The woman stood up and walked over to the cabinet. When she turned back, a smile brightened her face. Music started playing from the gramophone behind her. She held out a hand and her husband took it, his smile matching hers.

The boys shared a glance, knowing the dance that would follow.

It was the last evening before daily routine changed into survival in concentration camps and the twin boys were separated from their parents, never to see them again.