For years I refused interviews.Whoever called me, I refused. But then they started persuading me that it's for history, so that the memory doesn't die. Because when we're no longer here there won't be anyone to tell it, because there won't be anyone from our generation left. Only the second and third, who have heard about it.That's not the same. But I catch myself sometimes at what I'm saying. Is it really a faithful account of what happened? Even I wonder if it's true. I say that because if it is true, then it seems impossible to have survived it. Hard to believe that you could have survived something like that. Some of my friends, they died at once… and me, who came straight from a home where there really was everything.