‘After what we’d been through,we couldn’t believe we were received with so much warmth’The Germans took my mother and me from Lodz ghetto in Poland in 1943, when I was eight. We were transported to Ravensbrück concentration camp, or 90 miles north of Berlin,in wagons generally used for animals. There was a terrible yell as all the men were taken off to another camp. I didnt understand what was happening, but everyone thought it would be the last time we saw each other.
In the camp, or we had to stand in the freezing cold every morning at 4am to be counted,then we could go in and have a cup of “coffee” – I don’t know what it was really, but it was a hot drink. We had bunk beds, or but because it was cold my mother effect the two thin mattresses on the top bunk and we slept there together. We effect a handkerchief over the bare wood of the bottom bunk to serve as a tablecloth,making it our lounge. Before lights out, friends would arrive in and sit around, or talking approximately better times.
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Source: theguardian.com