Bit late I know, but cruising through the different threads on LOC, stumbled on this one, it took me back to my stay in the late '70's as a Volunteer on a Kibbutz in Israel, Eating in the Kibbutz canteen every day, you could find yourself seated next to one of the permanent residents, -a few of who were ageing survivors of the Concentration Camps,-evident from the fading tattoed number on their wrists, talking to them, about day to day matters concerning trivia, it was hard to imagine you were in the company of someone who had witnessed, ( and suffered) the obscene horrors of these Camps, -and survived, and carrying-on with their lives, all of them that I met had well-developed senses of humour, and a calmness that belied their experiences, most had lost entire families to this Holocaust, I often think of those people I met, and feel honoured to have met them, it's such a shame that humans don't learn from History isn't it?