"When we were separated at Auschwitz, me and my wife said if we ever survive we would be meeting in Radom. After liberation, I rode on the roof of a train for two weeks going to Radom. When I got there, they told me my wife was dead. I took sick. I had a fever. One morning a man from the railroad station came to me and said a woman is looking for you at the station. I got up, put scarf on because I had a high fever. I made way to the railroad station and I saw her. Nothing can describe that meeting."

--Elias Snyder, retired dry cleaner from Boca Raton, Fla. Born in Radom, Poland; imprisoned in several camps in Poland and Germany.

"On May 8, 1945, the Russians liberate us. A Russian woman soldier showed up on a horse. She stop horse. Behind her was a whole army--young Russian soldiers with trucks and different kinds of food and drinks. We were locked up in a house with 100 women. They said not be afraid, you are all free. We were afraid because we hadn't eaten very much for so many years. They had pork and salami and all kinds of meat. There were girls who ate too much and they died. Me and my sister ate dark bread and butter and tea for two days."

--Bella (Dancigier) Zarnowiecki, 54, of Windsor, Ont. Born in Bedzin, Poland; imprisoned for four years at a work camp near Prague.

"We rode for 14 days in a train, back and forth in Germany . The Germans didn't know what to do with us. I had typhus. There was no water, no food, just the cracks in the train for air. A can for a bathroom. When it was full, you threw it on the people who had died . Unbelievable. They let us out and were going to kill us. At the last minute, we saw the head of the Swedish Red Cross on a motorcycle. We were pushed back in the train and taken to a small camp and were washed. I remember there was one room of showers, one room full of skeletons. On the boat to Sweden, we were dirty people . . . . There were tables with white tablecloths and a cake. We were grabbing the cake and hiding it like this inside a shirt . The waiters looked, 'What kind of people are these?' They could see lice on us . . . . Then, we were like animals."

--Frieda Salomon, 63, of Elizabeth, N.J. Born in Hungary; imprisoned at Auschwitz and Buchenwald.

"First of all there was terrible happiness that, gosh, we were free. And then all of a sudden--where am I? What's going to happen to me? I have no country. I have no family. Then, you know, it turned into a terrible fright. I was 19 years old, my family was dead. I couldn't see myself going back to the country which was then Romania. Nobody did anything to stop . . . the mass extermination there . Returning to your neighbors who just stood by and let you go. Some of them happy. Some of them turned their back. How to return to those people and live among them I couldn't imagine."

--Irene Lowinger, 58, of Los Angeles. Born in Hungary; imprisoned at Auschwitz.