The smell of death still lingers in my nose.
Even now years after I have left Dachau and Bergen Belsen years of the American Gi's liberating us, I still smell death. Not the kind of death that comes with age thats a different smell, but this is the death that comes about by torture sometimes slow, sometimes fast, but I have discovered that death smell different when its at the hands of an SS Guard.
Some of us, by us I mean the Jews are the ones Hitler saw as infirm or inpure died in the Showers, perhaps that was better than the slow deaths that came from starvation and disease from dirt so much dirt.
For nearly five years we saw no hot water. We had no privacy nor blankets to keep us warm at night, when it grew cold it was miserable for us, and when someone died, we took clothes off them and tried to warm ourselves. Not knowing or caring that we could catch their diseases and die ourselves. Perhaps we thought death would be better.
I will never understand how one man can have so much hate for so many people. That kind of hate it must eat you alive like a monster.
I will not give a monster like Hitler the satisfaction of my hatred, he is to be pitied, because pity for a man like him is much worse.
The days of Dachau and Bergen Belsen have long past, I am free and safe my new home in America. The land that adopted me, a jew who is free to be just that. America is not perfect, I know hatred exists here, but I pray no where sees another man like Hitler.
As I grow old I find myself thinking back to those days of horror not because I pity myself, but because I realized just how G-D has got me so far. Without him I would not be here.