A Survivor's Solioquy: A Short Story
When my camp was liberated I made a resolution. All the bad would stay in the past. I had a future to build and it was going to be a good one. It was not so easy, though.
By the end of 1946 I came to the hard realization that I was the only one left of all my family. I didn’t let it devastate me, though and then in the DP camp I met my husband. Manny shared my determination to forget the darkness. We stayed in the camp until we finally got passage on a ship to Palestine. It wasn’t one of the legal ships and to say conditions were hard would be an understatement. It didn’t matter what the conditions were, though, we were stopped by the British and shipped to Cyprus.