Before the war, Miodowa Street was a street of intellectual, secular Jews. The ones with sidelocks, the religious ones—they walked along it because it was a main street, but they didn't live there. Downstairs in our house there was a bar. It was run by this Orthodox Jew.He was very nice. He made the aspic that I liked so much, and to go with it he baked this special, round, sugar-coated… I don't know what it was, not cake, not bread. People used to go in for fish and for aspic. We had a very nice apartment, eight rooms on the second floor. My brother HENRYK had his own room, I had mine.The children's maid had her own room.We were well-off, though not potentates. Father loved everything modern. Father was such that whatever had just come out, he liked to buy: the first radio with a magic eye, a wind-up gramophone, and beautiful records. There was a bathroom, a telephone, a refrigerator; there was everything there could have been.