History lesson...

My mom was born in 1939. In 1944 my gramps came back home having escaped from Camp Muhlhausen, having walked all the way home from there to Amsterdam.

An SD agent was in the kitchen the day before he arrived home to ask my gran where he was. Oh.

Without rations, they survived the Hunger Winter.

In 1946, my mom started to smoke, because cigs were freedom.

She survived until her 65th birthday, because she didn't want to die before, but she couldn't hold out any longer.