What if there had been no Mog? What if Judith Kerr’s parents hadn’t been allowed to settle in Britain?
When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit is perhaps not the most harrowing of refugee books, as the Kerr family at least had – some – money and were able to travel together, and Judith wasn’t sent alone on a train with hundreds of other children.
But I’m grateful for the books she’s written. As I am for Eva Ibbotson’s books, and those by many others.
There is one thought I have when I’ve got this far, though, and that is ‘what about the countless marvellous books/paintings/other kinds of work the world could have benefitted from if more people had been able to leave 1930s Germany?