"The reality is that I do not remember much from that morning. I had spent all night awake to the sounds of the women coughing as they lay in their hard, cold beds. It was around noon when when I was near the fence and felt the ground shake beneath me, and when I gazed into the distance, past the wire and saw two flags fluttering in the distance: one with the hammer and sickle and one with the Star of David. As they came closer and closer, it was clear to all that the chains were finally being broken.
Upon our liberation, the first thing on everyone's mind was food, and then sex. That night, the men and women ate, and several went to bed together for the first time in years.
When all had gone to sleep for the night, I looked up at the stars, the same ones I looked at every other night. For all the darkness that existed around me, there were points of light. It was thinking of this beauty all around me that had allowed me to survive in the darkest of places. Through confusion, misery, and death, peace and tranquility had returned again. However, it was different from the life I lived before and even during my time in the attic. The world, through its darkness, could only be saved through the actions of those who sought to find the light. If the world were to return to a time of peace, I told myself, I need not wait a single moment to improve the world."
-Memoirs of a Young Woman