We took ourselves outside to out ourselves, to figure out something we did not know. Communism was, I think, this outside, not an out, not quite an in, for us it was both, because it determinately negated the determination with which we were raised in postwar certainty, denied it and tore us down to all of them who, of course, did not want to accept us. One glance at us was enough for them. But we were determined. It had to be all, no more individual ones, that did not work, but not one less was okay.