I used to work with a survivor and his son. Alex, his wife and Ralf were sent to Auschwitz after being rounded up in Hungary. The boy, Ralf, was separated from his parents on arrival. Both parties assumed the worst.
By some miracle they all survived but were unaware of the fate of the others and weren’t reunited until the late 1950s.
Alex lived until he was 94, his wife passing away a few months before him. Ralf is still working (!) and must be about 80 years old. He has 4 kids, and loads of grandchildren and great grandchildren.
How as a species we could even consider carrying act the atrocities of the holocaust is beyond me. It just does not compute.
They are two of the best and most decent people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. I think I’ll drop him an email in a week or so. Not today though, he’s probably got things on his mind.