I learned to be a very good Catholic and go to Church. I'd wear Helena's only pair of boots to church and when I came home, she would wear them to church. It was a relay. What bothered me was the absence of any reading material. There was only one book and that was on the lives of saints. I know every saint by heart. I developed a prayer that went something like, "Dear God, I'm not doing this to offend you, but to survive. I don't want to go to Church," and I did it in rhyme. This was my way of apologizing to other Jews.
At the end of the war the Russians started to advance. A detachment came to the farm. I didn't know until a week later that this was liberation. The shooting was very frightening, but the war was over.