mixed media- on my first degree we learnt that many of our early memories are told us, and remain in a certain mode according to how we are told them- though we imagine they are our own. In this I differ, as I did not meet my mother till I was almost eight years old. I had any flickering memories which I later dated from what she said. In fact I found that we remember from very young. As we had been transported West by the Marshall Plan (all to return to the country of their citizenship as the East was in chaos with running refugees- 46000 Hungarians were sent to the Transylvanian mountains with only a handbag to their name) My mother refused to budge, but President Klements, for whom she was the Russian interpreter, told her he had to do as the Russians told him, but he would ensure we were transported West- though the rest of the family stayed there, not permitted to leave. Then she walked on foot, worst winter of Europe to Bavaria. In this way, I could plot each memory to a place and time. I remember far back, to ruins very vaguely, then the farmers we had to live with, all Bavarian farmers had to take in two refugee families as there were so many- I do not remember the Jewish USA Major in Regensburg who ensured I got a place in a TB sanatorium on our arrival when there were no places in any hospitals to be had. Wish I did, owe him my life and am indebted to the US for ever for his orders. Some actions which took place in this my first Home I remember well but the place, only flickering memories, so I tried drawing the place - the second Home I remember well- so often write about it- My mother was very foolish she chose to come to England rather than the USA, as they had an English wool merchant from Halifax come to her father's Mikealska Uc tailor yearly since 1020's to bring the woollens for the rich Jews Crombies, who were our neighbours and friends. Her mind was filled with the wonders of the then England, but she was not to foresee what the English Human Research was to use us for in the far future. Proudly she told me when I arrived on these shores: I have given up everything to give you a country... poor deluded mum, but she wasn't to know. She had a ticket for Australia...for her and me in a few years time.