State of Mind

‘I could not wait to escape that hell that I had experienced there; and my singular goal was to become a target for the enemy. I hoped with all my heart that with a bit of luck, I would not survive to return home. Not for one moment did I think that things could get any worse or traumatic, but we have all heard of a baptism by fire. Well… I fell straight from the frying pan into the fire.’

‘We never spoke about that pit stop in the death camp again, but I will never forget it; the place where the history caught up with my past and everything shattered in an instant just to be placed back and locked away.’

‘I was wondering what their motives were. I knew what mine was. Were some of us here for the same reason or did we also have some deranged people in our midst; with ulterior motives or convictions, or those who had been brainwashed to such an extent that this was a calling in some way. Somehow nothing made any difference, as none of us had a choice not to go where we were sent.’

‘Things seem a lot bigger than they are when you are only five years old. This was me. I felt huge. I could do it on my own. If only it could be like this, always. That feeling was the most intoxicating awareness of passion for life that I had ever experienced.’