Ebbie... as per your question... we left Germany when I was three. Prior to that...

I remember that a bird fell from a wire between the apartments. A lass picked it up and I said we should take it back to Mrs. Shultz because it was her wire it fell from. A prosession of small children solemnly did so up a number of narrow staircases. She praised us and fed us chocolate cake.

It seems these memories were instilled in my brain because of their `trauma`... each had to deal with some anxiety.