In 1986, my parents decided to escape from Poland. They didn’t tell my sister and I we were leaving forever, because they didn’t want to risk us saying something at the border, but I remember when we left – I saw my aunty and my grandmother standing there, and felt like I was never going to see them again. I was six years old.
Poland at that time was under martial law and communist rule. It was a hard life there. All food was bought with tickets, and if they ran out of food, they ran out. We had . . .