Sunday 27 February 1994

Went by myself to see 'Schindler's List' last night. When the movie finished I had to go to the toilet. In the cubicle next to me was Ian Zochling's mother-- Roslyn, I think. The Zochling's are Jewish. She and I looked at each other while we washed our hands. We couldn't speak.

When we came out of the loo there was little Emmie Zochling, standing patiently in the glare of the foyer. Question marks blazing in her eyes.

I knelt down...held her in my arms a minute...then walked off without saying a word.