| I forget where I saw this. It was an interview of a former internee. She was talking about she and her sister interned at Auschwitz, I think. The gist was this: "Two days before our camp was liberated by the Russians my sister died of typhus. I dug her grave with my bare hands. It was nothing more than luck. I wasn't better than my sister. I wasn't a better person, more devout, anything. The day after the liberation I saw a young girl from the nearby town walking to school carrying her books. I was dumbfounded. For me life had stopped. I couldn't comprehend that outside of this place there were girls my own age who's lives had continued as though none of this had happened. As though I had been on another planet." a rough paraphrase. |