I stood in the doorway
of that factory. I knew I was free, but somehow the reality of it... You know, I prayed for it for six years
in every waking hour, and I couldn't... I couldn't absorb the wonder
of perhaps freedom, until a crushing,
almost overwhelming joy by seeing a strange car
coming down the hill, no longer green, the white star of the American army
on its hood and two men
in unfamiliar uniforms sat in it. I stood in the doorway and one of them,
we gathered them to be Americans, jumped out and he came towards me. One of those men that sat in that jeep
came towards me, and I was looking at him
with incredible awe and disbelief, that I was looking
at someone who fought for us. Of course, I was terribly frightened,
but, you know, what his reaction will be
if I tell him we are Jewish, but I felt I had to tell him, so I looked at him and I said:
"We are Jewish, you know." He didn't answer me,
which seemed to me eternity, and then he said: "So am I." This was the greatest moment of my life. Then he asked an incredible question, he asked if he could see
the other ladies. Obviously, a form of address
we hadn't known or heard, and I told him that most of the girls
were inside, they were too ill to walk. He asked me to come with him,
I didn't know what he meant. He held the door open for me
and let me precede him and restored me to humanity again. And he has been holding the door open
for me now for 50 years, my husband. His name?
-Kurt Klein.
