But my grandmother and my aunt, they went to a small village south of Brussels where they'd been on holiday in the decade before, and they presented themselves at the house of the local farmer, a Catholic farmer called Monsieur Maurice, and they asked him to take them in.
Min farmor och min faster, begav sig till en liten by söder om Bryssel där de varit på semester tio år tidigare, och de presenterade sig själva  hemma hos den lokala bonden, en katolsk bonde vid namn monsieur Maurice, och de bad honom ta emot dem.