If this was your personal memoir, how do you think you would feel if you were returning home after expierencing the Holocaaust? How would you interact with your neighbours, family, friends and fellow survivors?

Wow, I don't think I'd be the same person as before. To be honest, I'd probably be a hermit or recluse. I'd probably make my own Vodka and fade away in an alcoholic stupour. I don't think I could handle losing that much and seeing that much devistation.

I think that returning home would be difficult. There would be the joy of interacting with the others who've survived, but there would also be a long period of mourning for those who didn't. How do you get over the mass-murder of your neighbors and your family? Did the survivors ever get past looking over their shoulders in fear that it would happen again? Home would be good, but maybe only for awhile...... I have a hard time believing that anyone could see the places they'd lived prior to the war as home again. But that's just me!