I remember my great grandmother. She lived around the corner from me until she died when I was 8 years old. I can vaguely remember her short and round stature that resembled a matrushka doll and her accent – like a medieval vampire! She was Russian. I remember that she told me that when she was seventeen years old the Nazis invaded her country. She was taken and sent to prison camp in Germany and she never saw her family or friends ever again. I can’t even imagine what awful things would have happened. Then I remember how lucky I am.