Ruta Szlamowicz Teich was a good friend of my mother. She had recently married a man from Vienna who happened to be my father’s brother, Marek (Marcus). My father came to Warsaw on vacation in December 1937 and was staying with Marcus and Ruth. Ruth was too busy (she said) to spare the time to show her houseguest around Warsaw and asked my mother whether she might be willing to do that. My mother, eager to meet a sophisticated Viennese man and hoping to practice her German, jumped at the chance, and Ruth arranged for them to meet on a blind date.