children, those who were liberated in Oświęcim, were moved to Cracow, treated there and only after a few months, when their families found them, we could return to normal life.
There are very few of us left. There are literally just a few people in this room right now, a few children whom I remember, with whom I was first in the FKL, in the women's camp, for one day, and then in the men's camp. We still meet, we talk about our camp past. These are our tragic personal memories. Each such recollection means tearing out of ourselves those terrible experiences, but we realise that we have to talk about it. To preserve the memory of what happened here, of what totalitarianism can bring about in its drive.