The following account Jupp wrote on February 19th, 1941, to a friend.
Perhaps you know I was interned in June last year. After a fortnight in 2 English camps we were embarked on – what we thought – a journey to Canada, but what turned out to be a journey to Australia.
You know, when I was interned, it was quite a shock in some ways. You know how much I have been trying to get work, to do something useful to help in the war effort. First I tried for months and months to get a position where I could make full use of my experience as a draughtsman for steel construction work. After permission for this kind of work had been refused to be given, I tried to get a permit for agriculture or forestry work, and, at the beginning of that disaster in Holland and Belgium I enlisted for service in the Pioneer Corps. All in vain. I was interned. As an alien, a dangerous enemy in a cause which I was fighting from its beginning on that side, which Britain took only after Munich. I knew that internment was approaching. In fact, I had my little suitcase packed weeks before they came to fetch me. But in spite of that, I was still hoping they would become more reasonable and refrain from interning their own allies. Therefore it was a shock when it actually happened. I felt very disappointed and bitter. Subsequently I decided at the first chance given to volunteer to be sent to Canada, I didn’t want to fall into Hitler’s hands if I could help it. Now, it wasn’t Canada but Australia, and it’s just the same to me. (…)
When the police came to fetch me on the 26th of June last year , I had just returned from town and was preparing some dinner for myself. Luckily enough, I expected them. I was in dental treatment at the time and I remember how I pressed on to have it finished. The dentist, a German, always wondered why I wanted it done so quickly (she had to fill about 8 or 9 teeth), and that particular day she finished up a root treatment, had the root filled and the tooth cemented (which was intended only for a day or two) and only polishing was left. I paid her an advance which roughly covered the treatment I had received till then. She didn’t want to take it and wanted me to wait till we had finished up – but next day, I expect, she was glad I had insisted on her taking it. So, when the police came, I was quite calm and not surprised. They took some time to
look through all my things, turned over every leaf in every book, looked at every scrap of paper, and after about two hours they were ready.
I was ready in 3 Minutes. As nobody was at home [Jupp lived with Jack and May Birkhead, 25 High Storrs Rd, Sheffield, South Yorkshire S11, UK at that time – above a picture of what the house looks like today], I left a note saying they shouldn’t bother, I would be alright and off we went.
Up to then the police had been quite polite. But when we came down to the station, they told me to take everything out of my pockets, ran their hands through all the pockets and along the seams and put down all the bits in a book, gave back some cigarettes and a hanky and let me sign a receipt. After that a door of strong iron bars opened and I was told to go upstairs and wait there. Upstairs I found a lot of refugees who had already been delivered to the police station. It was a funny feeling to be locked up, to look through barred windows, to walk up and down that corridor, where some 12 or 14 cells were situated on one side, some of which were opened so that we might sit down. Most of the men were distressed and sat there downhearted, full of worry about their future, their wives, their belongings. Some old men of over 60 years of age were there, one of them taken out of bed. – It couldn’t cheer you up. – After some 2 or 3 hours we were called down, got our things back, had to sign again, took up the suitcases and were let outside, where 2 large buses were waiting. This was the “handing over to the military authority”. Soldiers with fixed bayonets were standing outside and inside the buses, we were told to enter, people were standing near, looking on and you could see in their faces the sensation they felt at seeing us being treated as so dangerous a lot of “enemy aliens”, filthy communists and Lord knows what else.