I remember saying aloud, 'How cold I feel. I was thrown into the oven with a fire burning fiercely within. I was burnt alive. I felt it. I don't know if there are any words in Swedish or any other language to describe such a thing happening to you.
Words are so poor for such a horrible fate.
It is something which I carry in my soul to this day. It was at this stage, four year ago, that Barbro hit the lowest point of her life. It was no longer a question of having nightmares at night, but during the day, too. I kept seeing those Gestapo officers coming to fetch Anne Frank from her home and driving her away. I lived through the days of horror when Anne was in the concentration camp.