Survivors, the remnants of European Jewry, the lucky few who made it out of Hitler's hell.
Each and every one of those survivors had a story, but not everyone could relive the horrors; face the demons that followed them everywhere. Some survivors became catatonic, some literally lost their minds. Some refused to speak about the unbelievable atrocities they witnessed. Very few were able to articulate what they saw and how it affected them, and some of those were silenced by fellow Jews and non-Jews who said "it's time to forget, and let everything go".
I was one of the lucky ones. My mother Necha Lamet Orlander had a total recall of all the events, and shared her story with me, her very inquisitive daughter. It is her story that I grew up with, and it is the story of Necha and Oyzer that I attempt to share.