I had the honour today of meeting with a girl who was so young when in Auschwitz. It was a rare opportunity, having explained to his mother who was visiting from Canada my interests in the Holocaust and the mechanics of the Reich, she asked to meet me. I spent about an hour listening to her time spent in the camp between 1943 and 1944. Just 10 when she entered the camp, seperated from her parents and never re-united, made to work around the camp for long hours each day with little food or water. Forced to move the bodies of those murdered during morning sport. Witness to the mass murders of so many. She worked in Kanada mostly which probably saved her. The most painful of memory of a young German soldier trying to rape her one night but either not interested or too imature to realise that she was too young and undeveloped, badly beating her becuase he could not have what he wanted and nobody cared for bruises in the days to follow, nobody to care for her pain or comfort her. Many years have passed for everyone who lived through the war, not just the victims of the holocaust, however for thosed who survived the pain is still real, it will never go away. Wars end, memories dont. It is rare that I find myself with the opportunity to revaluate what I have, what I dont and why my worries over what I dont have really should just focus on what I do have. How many of you reading this have children? Imagine you were in the position of being taken to Auschwitz today and be seperated from them to suffer the agony of this lady. If you dont have children stop and imagine your 10 years old, in Auschwitz. I frown often when people say we should never allow another Holocaust "type" event happen again. But we have, around the world in many countries since WW2 people have been murdered without cause or justification but by the dictators that decide in their own heads that what they do is right. Will we find ourselves in the same position in years to come because someone decides being scottish is undeserving of life or to be English is simply offensive and you should pay with your life as a result? Sometimes I get too caught up in the administration, process and workings of the regime to remember and stop for a moment and think of the stories I have been told or read about and pay just a little respect each time to those people for whom I could never understand where they drew strength from to stay alive long enough to experience hope again.