My grandfather is a survivor, and I still can't really understand or believe it. Would I survive? Chances are I would not.

Oddly enough, despite my reading, my travels to work camps and death camps and mass graves, etc -- one of my most how did they survive that? moments this year came while watching the film They Shoot Horses, Don't They?, about Depression-era dance marathons, where dancers would compete for money by dancing 2 hours on and 10 minutes off, for thousands of hours, until the last couple dancing won the prize.