Being the child of Holocaust survivors I have been exposed to the reality of what took place from the time of my earliest memories. Naturally my understanding of the events developed as I grew older, but from a young age the one thing I knew was that my parents went through something not everyone else’s parents went through. I never knew my grandparents. My mother’s mother passed away many years before the war, but her father and my father’s mother and father were all killed in Auschwitz.
As I grew up I went through this stage where I thought that my parents had a pretty easy go of it in the war. After all, they didn’t have numbers on their arms and my mother was never even arrested by the Nazis. How bad could it have been? That stage did not last long as I soon began to…
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