Ruby Wax

And they were dentists.

And they kept writing to my mother.

I thought maybe they didn't say it because they felt guilty because they never got any relatives out.

But I did find out.

They wrote and the people said, oh, please write us an affidavit so we can get out.

Then my mom did.

But they'd come, and the Nazis would change their mind.

Then she said three times, Baturaitis, another one.

My mother did.

They couldn't get out that time.

My mother wrote a third one, and they locked the doors.

And Max and them got exterminated.

Now, wouldn't you think she'd mention that?

And then one relative after another, five generations on my mother's side were insane.

I hate to use the word insane.

They called it agitated.

But they were locked up in institutions, one after the other after the other.

The fifth one, they said, wasn't locked up, but she set the house on fire, and the police were after her.

So madness, pure madness.

And when I was eight years old, I took out a book from the library called This is Mental Illness.