When the war ended in May 1945 and liberation came, I was so weak that I could not rejoice that the yoke of the oppressors had at last been crushed; nor could I join the convoys taking the liberated ones to countries willing to receive them.
Kad 1945. gada maijā beidzās karš un mēs tikām atbrīvoti, es biju pārāk nespēcīga, lai spētu priecāties, ka apspiedēju jūgs beidzot ir salauzts, un kopā ar citiem atbrīvotajiem dotos uz valstīm, kas bija gatavas mūs uzņemt.