Gina Gerson

I find myself towards the end of my life, being very frightened again, very worried. Not just for my family but for the world. I shall go to my grave not understanding that people can look down or up to anyone else. I can only acknowledge one race, and that is the human race.

I had a ticket from Vienna via Ostend to Dover to London where my sister was going to meet me. I had very little money because we were not allowed to take any money. Towards the Belgian frontier, a town called Aachen, the train stopped and all the Jews had to get out. We all got out and everyone’s luggage was minutely examined. Then for a reason that I can’t fathom to this day, everyone else was allowed back onto the train except me.

I joined the Toynbee Theatre in the east end of London - the Toynbee Players. We learnt speech, elocution, fencing, dancing. There were teachers there who were particularly helpful to me knowing perhaps my background. There was Marion Graham. She taught later on at the Old Vic Drama School and was particularly helpful.

I became a fully-fledged actress- Used to go to these interviews, and, ‘yes dear, we’ll get in touch’- Until somehow or other it came up that I was bilingual. They took a greater interest in me and I ended up doing quite a lot of work for the BBC as a foreign actress. I had to relearn my accent… Playing an Austrian refugee in a play called Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, my leading man was no less than Michael Hordern.