Except that I learned at this lady's funeral two years ago that she really didn't know. She didn't live in a city; she lived on a farm near a village.
I also learned that the person I thought I had known so well was truly unknown to me. At her funeral I heard for the first time how the Russians stormed through, shooting everyone in sight, including her father. She, her brother, and her mother fled into the woods with literally nothing but the clothes on their backs and didn't discover that the others were alive until after war.
She did what she had to do to survive, and it doesn't take much imagination to figure out what a girl of 16 had to offer. But she learned English quickly and so well that she became useful to the Allies and eventually worked as a translator. And met her husband, came here, started over, and never spoke again ever of her life in Germany.
Sharing this because I hope it's instructive in a "Don't judge--you never know..." way.