Thank you for posting this. It's always good to remember what atrocities men perpetrated on their fellow man, and try to keep it from happening again. This has special meaning for me. When attending college, I worked part time in a cafeteria with three old women who were Hungarian and Romanian, and all three were survivors, I can still see the numbers tattooed on their forearms, I can still remember the stories they told. They were wonderful people, and I was often invited to their homes to dine with families, I truly loved my time with them, and felt the love they had, not just for me, but for everyone they came into contact with. There are times when I catch whiffs of the familiar smells of the incredible meals cooking in their kitchens.