Interesting news, I got a copy of the file he sent to the Righteous commission.

It comes in the form of a 4 pages manuscript letter, with 3 pages of addendums and a page of photographs.

I will post here a translated summary, but it’s a long work for me, so I’ll cut this in a few parts.

For privacy reasons, I won’t write names, except for my grandfather’s father, Dr Baud, for whom I take it on my behalf.

Some facts are different from what I initialy posted, I will therefore correct them.

This are personal recollections of the facts at the time, and also family conversations with the family in the following years.

He starts with a family background.

His father, Mr H. S-B was born in Romanian and was a tailor apprentice, he went to France when he was 18-19 years old, where he married, gave birth to the writer in 1934 and he opened his taylor shop in Paris in 1938.

First correction about what I thought, his father was Jew, but not his mother, nor him and his sister.

In summer 1940, considering the arrival of the Germans, the family (father mother brother sister) decided to flee and went to Lacapelle Biron village, where his aunt’s cousin, Mr L. housed them in his farm.

It’s a small village, with other even smaller villages nearby, which even today is still a very remote and rural place. At the time most activity was agricultural.

In addition to H. S-B and his family, there were other Jews hiding in this group of villages, the R. family, the W. family and Miss B.

The family lived together here, and his father was able to feed the family by continuing his taylor job, until 1943, when two policemen arrived one morning before 6.

Hearing them knock on the door, his father fled through another door and into a nearby derelict « warehouse » full of junk, whose owner had previously gave him the key, and hid there.

His mother opened the door, the officer was really zealous, the non officer was blatantly not motivated with his mission.

The officer made a very meticulous search of the 2 stories house + cellar, found nothing and told to his mother that if her husband did not surrender by himsel, they would arrest her.

His mother silently interrogated the non officer standing behind his chief, and he negatively nodded, from this point, she knew she won’t be arrested.

As soon as the policemen left, his father ran randomly on the road, toward the nearby microscopic village of Moulinal.

Mr B who was standing on the side of the road asked him what was the matter, his father explained, and Mr B replied : « Enter » and housed him in the farm he lived in with his wife in Moulinal.

I’ll translate more when I’ll have time.

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Police cars carry three agents. The first one can read, the second one can write and the third one keeps watch on those dangerous intellectuals.
Unknown subversive activist - 20th century.