there were two camps in belitz and story of young men there but he was a very fine artist. and his family suggested he got back with his family you could get out if you had a place of work, had some working permit. and that you could get out and go to -- he had two sisters and two sewing machines. and they were willing to put one in a shop to secure a place for me, which was an incredible sacrifice. and however, i knew that if i did that, i would probably have to marry him. i made a decision not to go. maybe this is a good story to tell because i'm an own now of sort, but i wanted to stay with my friends. even when i was going to camp. by incredible coincidence, the men who came and told me that i was able to go out, his name was jacob, now lives in buffalo, new york. because i lived there many years. that decision proved to be a decision which saved my life because unfortunately the family, all of them, were deported and killed about two months later. and you see, my hometown was renowned for textiles but it was throughout europe and they registered your name, your age, an