"While my mother was enduring the warriors on the hostel farm..."
Oops, sorry, that's actually "war years on the hostile farm."
"...she spent as much time as possible on a much friendlier farm, the one run by Joseph Kressler, her paternal grandfather, an outspoken but, in her words, benevolent patriarch. As the war continued, he started listening to allied radio and was overheard by a jealous neighbor saying that the American army would liberate them soon. The neighbor promptly reported him to the secret police."
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The Language of Thieves: My Family's Obsession with a Secret Code the Nazis Tried to Eliminate by Martin Puchner | Goodreads
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