My great grandfather, Max Rosenberg, was a porcelain and glassware designer/manufacturer in a small city in the Austro-Hungarian empire. It’s a part of the world that truly marks the intersection of east and west, whose boundaries and borders were challenged, fought over, and changed hands countless times. When he came of age my grandfather Josef made his way to the much larger city of Vienna, Austria to sell his father’s wares. This business expanded into providing large kitchen hardware. Family lore includes a story about someone bringing the first espresso machine into Vienna. His showroom was on one of the largest avenues leading out of the city centre. In early spring 1938 with dark winds blowing across the continent, my grandmother had an intuition, and said ‘we must leave now!’. They packed up what they could carry, including sticking gems into toothpaste tubes, and caught what turned out to be the last train out of Vienna. The next day Hitler marched into town.