I got back to my home town to see what was going on. My cousin had gone to the gas chambers, her husband survived in one of the camps. I asked him to take me back to my home. I wouldn’t go there alone because they were soldiers & I would not face them alone. I want to find some photographs, some memories or something. He said to the Russian army: let us come in to to have a look at home. She wants to take some souvenirs, some pictures or something. So I went in. Oh the sight of it, they were cooking there & used my father’s Hebrew books for fire & there was some left. My cousin said ‘Be nice to this girl, she is Jewish, the camps, you know’, he tried to explain it to the Russians. But they were ruthless with young girls. I couldn’t find anything… my school report half of it in the back yard. They used your valuable things for their fire & lot of things the German took. What shocked me: there were 2 Russian women soldiers, it was summer & they had nothing on, on top. Washing themselves, you know. So embarrassing. I told my cousin, ‘Just get that few books!’ even though they didn’t want us to take my father’s seforim because they need it for fire, to make cooking, they cooked in our house. I said this is a holy book. Holy book? They don’t believe in this sort of thing.