So I packed my suitcase and was taken to a transit camp called Aglasterhausen DP Camp
, where I met many other young people. We became very close, almost like a family. The day came when we were taken by the UNRRA representatives to Braemerhaven
, where we boarded the ship SS Sturgis
bound for Canada. During the crossing my legs were badly swollen. I spent most of my time in my bunk, hoping that my new life would be easier and that I would have a new family. It was my dream to be wanted and loved, and I was looking for understanding and acceptance.