There is no third way. The impact on all of us who survived remains in our experience. Whether we recognize it consciously or unconsciously, it is like a shadow accompanying us to our graves. To me, bread is a symbol, as it is for Catholics. It is such a joy to go to the grocery store and buy food.
Nights are a different story.
At night I died a hundred times. I feel that all of us who were marked by the yellow star were tatooed inside. We have a special obligation, not a privilege, in being alive. As survivors, our moral and human obligations are essential, and our standards have to be based on human principles rather than on practicalities. We must take a stand against suppression and injustice.