He told me himself, he said, “Neville, I never knew what it was to eat until I was satisfied. I never knew what it was to have my own shirt, a new shirt, or a pair of slacks or a pair of shoes; we got all of our things from charity. I was in Russia in Odessa in the days of the Czars and we were the minority group of Jews. You’ve heard of pogroms? I saw them. I know what it is to go through such horror. I got a good job. My job was to take large denominations to a bank and have them exchanged into small denominations and silver and copper. I noticed one day this teller—he had a huge, big beard on him, here he is very formally dressed with his big beard—and as he gave me the money I noticed from the outside wrapping that the copper resembled the silver. I just noticed that. Knowing nothing outside of that, I wondered to myself, just playing a little game, and I wondered ‘Wouldn’t it be marvelous if he made a mistake, wouldn’t it be wonderful!’ So I assumed that he made the mistake. I took the money that he gave me and I put it in my pocket, put my hands into my slacks all patched up and my shoes burlap. I had my shoes all wrapped up, and hungry. I walked back in the belief that he had made the mistake. Well, he didn’t, but I had one wonderful time walking back the many blocks that I had to walk from the bank to my little place where I worked. I put the money into their hands.427 ¶24