By Tammy Kaiser, , Seattle
resident of a nearby barracks. There are not sufficient words to describe the feeling of singing “Hatikvah” overlooking the site of a former Nazi concentration camp, or the feeling of laughing in Auschwitz, suddenly overwhelmed with joy because we survived to tell the story. Everywhere I looked there were Jews — alive, talking, laughing, crying, free Jews. We cannot rob future generations of these moments, especially now when there are so few survivors left to walk those steps with us.