Personal Narrative Essay: The First Girl I Ever Kissed?
After liberation, my life became a whirl-wind of self-actualization. I worked as an interpreter for the Allies until the end of the war in 1945. During that time, I realized how lucky my family and I were to have escaped life, or death, in a concentration camp. The stories I heard and the things I saw with my own eyes in the aftermath of liberation shocked me to my core. I spent my days in a hotel pondering when I would have another opportunity to kiss a girl while thousands of others perished. I was disappointed in myself, yet relieved. I suppose this is what led me to work for the American Jewish Joint Distribution Committee. I helped resettle Jewish refugees in Palestine for the next three years. I truly think this work liberated my soul and helped me become a humbler person. I came to terms with my experience during the Holocaust and was determined to make a difference in the lives of those who