Draw what you see, was my fathers response, when I managed to smuggle to the mens barracks the drawings of children building a snowman. This was in December of 1941, shortly after we arrived in Theresienstadt. That snowman was actually my last genuine drawing as a child. Through this sentence of my fathers, and through my own inner motivation, I felt called from now on to capture in my drawings the everyday life of the ghetto. The impressions that from this point in time would affect me, ended my childhood.