We stayed in the displaced persons' camp.
I worked with children-- children who were saved from war.
They were either in the woods or bunkers or hidden. Young children.
We made up a school, and I was teaching them.
Children from Romania, children from different countries I didn't know the language.
I knew a little bit of Hebrew from my school-- previous education.
So I worked with them with sign language,
training them to certain words in Hebrew.
And with love, and they returned love.
And that was when I began to return...
to my "normal" life and decision-making...
and laughing and singing again with children.
So they brought me back.
I was working with the children in the first grade,
helping them also to grow through the experience, through the trauma,
learning to sing together, to dance together,
to learn the language a little bit.
It was like giving and taking, giving and taking.
We helped each other. It was a wonderful period.