I couldn't help but be reminded of this song:

Rubenstein Remembers
By Ewen Carruthers

There's an old man in the park, sometimes sits till after dark
Old men often don't say much, Rubenstein is just one such
But if you sit with him awhile he will talk and sometimes smile
Rubenstein remembers long ago Septembers, long ago

He was born in Germany, poor but loving family
Jewish tailors don't get rich but they sew a close, close stitch
Married 1929, wife two children doing fine
Until 1939, took them down that railway line.

Rubenstein remembers but he will not say
Where he was or what he did all those years he went away
Rubenstein remembers but his voice is still
He pulls his coat around him as he feels a sudden chill
And walks away