If I was in Germany in August of 1939...\
I'd probably be seeking a way of there, before I was wearing the striped pajamas, so I'd escape to France...
Er, I mean, to Poland--
Er, well, maybe Austria--
The USSR--
Denmark--
Sweden--
...
I'd hope to sneak aboard to England and lay low just long enough for them to set sail before they started hating on me, and then do the same thing on a boat to the US, and hope it wasn't one FDR was turning away...
And if it was...
MEXICO, BABY! (I know the words for "bathroom" and "drinks, please!" at least...that's enough, right?)
;)