When my father flew to Scotland on May 10, 1941, I was three-and-a-half years old. As a result, I have only very few personal memories of him in freedom. One of them is a memory of him pulling me out of the garden pond. On another occasion, when I was screaming because a bat had somehow gotten into the house, I can still recall his comforting voice as he carried it to the window and released it into the night. https://www.ihr.org/jhr/v13/v13n1p24_Hess.html https://nseuropa.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-life-and-leath-of-my-father-rudolf.html

Volkswagen 1200 Cabriolet 1938. This car was owned by Adolf Hitler.