I have read about the Holocaust. I have watched the videos. I have seen the museum. Nothing I have experienced came close to generating the emotion I felt when I looked into this woman’s eyes and heard her recount her trials and tribulations. We spoke for two hours, but the first story she told encapsulated the abject horror of that place and time unlike any I have heard. In her words (slightly altered for proper English and to the best of my recollection):
“I was a teenager when my family was taken. There were six of us, including my parents. Very early during my time there, the Nazis started killing us. They would play games and pick a different number every day. If they picked three, they would shoot every third person. By the end of three months, I was the only one of my family that was left alive. I had watched them kill every person in my life that mattered to me. I didn’t know why this was happening, why they hated us so much, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. They just killed them all and laughed about it. I knew I was going to die soon. I was afraid. I was always very afraid.”
Go...read the rest. You will not be disappointed.