I do not know how Hans Unger became friends with my parents but he was always very much a part of our family. When he visited our house, (and he visited often) the three Games children were excited, writes Naomi Games.
‘Uncle’ Hans was exotic and we loved him. He arrived by bicycle with a huge smile, a good sense of humour and with a lighted cigarette always attached to his elegant hand. He had no children, so he borrowed us and took us on adventures in his sports car. My parents had no car, but they did have a large colourful Unger mosaic taking pride of place on the living room wall. We could never work out what the image was of, but we liked it and still cherish it.