For several years in the 1950s,my mother and her friends in the Townswomens Guild sent clothes and presents to a widowed mother of two children living in a camp for Displaced Persons in Austria at the end of the Second World War. When another baby appeared they swallowed hard and sent more presents and baby clothes (this was the 1950's). As an A-level German student I translated and wrote letters for them. My 'object' was a thank you from our DP mother sent when they were finally found a new country and was obviously hand-made by a fellow refugee in the camp. This lovely object reminds me of small kindnesses between strangers who never met and of the now forgotten millions of displaced persons whose sufferings did not end with the second world war but continued for twenty years or more. With shame I remember how I hated having to write those letters in German!