“She said she needed a little air and went out the back door.  She said you could find her there.”

     “Thank you.”

     I made my way to the back door and out it.  There stood Clara staring into space.  She seemed lost in her own world, but knew I was there.

     “People lived all around the camp and had to have smelled the fire from the crematorium.  Yet, no one helped us.  They didn’t alert anyone and no one came to rescue us until 1945.  1.1 million people later, 200,000 children later.  1940 to 1945.  Five years of endless, slow torturing and death.  I had never heard so many people pray at nigh...

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