Even though I thank Hashem that I was born afterwards, I experienced some of it. I heard stories constantly of my parents experiences seeing my father z’l crying when he talked about his wife and two daughters killed in Aucshwitz. I visited my father’s labor camp at Mauthausen, Austria when being around 10 years old, and seeing the lookout towers, prisons and crematorium ovens. I heard my mother a’h tell stories of her working for I.G. Farben filling grenades.
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