Life with 4 cats

I remember when I was young, it was a long time after WWII, but not so long that people didn't remember it and didn't know people who had died. My mother is German, so every time someone wanted to torment me it was 'Hun, Hun' or similar names. Nowadays people are proud of their language and teach it to their kids but German was never spoken in our house. Mum didn't even have an accent but that didn't matter. Racism isn't fun at any age - but especially not when you are a child. Even now it makes me angry to think about it.