2021-03-262007-01-01http://hdl.handle.net/10784/27304The first conscious recollection I have from my childhood was an aerial bombing. It was a beautiful summer afternoon in June 1940, in a small French village east of Paris. Fortunately no one in my family was hurt. During the following four years, with other children of my age, I was often pulled out from home and school by siren whistles announcing airplanes approaching. In none of these cases was there panic: the adults and children had been trained to react instantaneously and to seek refuge in vaulted cellars or in trenches. © 2007 Springer-Verlag Berlin Heidelberg.Springer Berlin Heidelberginfo:eu-repo/semantics/bookPart2021-03-26