She discussed her time at Auschawitz with us, as well as how she lost her parents to the gas chambers and how many times she was nearly sent to them herself.
She told us of how she danced and cartwheeled to entertain the guards so that her sister could escape with her later on.
She told us of how she was finally liberated in Austria, 1949, by the 71st Infantry and that the first things the Americans gave her was a pack of M&M's.
And yet, despite all of the pain and suffering she went through, she is this bubbling little Hungarian ball of energy and life. She doesn't hold hate. She doesn't hold pain. She goes on as if this is what God put her here for. To educate us.
So that we don't suffer like so many of us do. So that we don't hold onto hate. So that we can become better people.
She deserved the standing ovation she recieved from us.
She is a true inspiration. I mean, she still, after all these years, smiles and jokes, and I quote; "I am [the] great-grandmother.... how's that for revenge on Hitler, huh?"
And she laughed.
Can we just take a moment to appriciate this woman and all she is and was; "a survivor and a thriver". I only wish I was more used to Hungarian accents so I could understand her better, but the message got through either way.
At the end of her talk, I got to go up on stage and hug her. A living, breathing survivor of one of the darkest periods in history and probably the darkest day in German history.
I feel like this needed to be addressed.
And yes, I know, I've been on hiatus for a while and I'm sorry, but things are letting up.
So, there will be artwork posted and things updated!








Sad to say that there won't be many of them left....
Well, sad and happy. Sad because there won't be anymore testimonies, but happy because they'll get to see the ones they lost
True. It really warms your heart.