The World's Fat Is Badly Divided.

The Human Spirit Can Be Indomitable And It Is This Rare Quality That Is Not At All To Be Expected That Makes Survivors Of Us All, The Human Race In The Grand Scheme Of Things.

Dachau Has Been My Own Lifelong Point Of No Return. Between The Moment When I Walked Through The Gate Of That Prison, With Its Infamous Motto, 'arbeit Macht Frei,' And When I Walked Out At The End Of A Day That Had No Ordinary Scale Of Hours, I Was Changed, And How I Looked At The Human Condition, The World We Live In, Changed ... Years Of War Had Taught Me A Great Deal, But War Was Nothing Like Dachau. Compared To Dachau, War Was Clean.

I Used To Write Letters To The Wounded In The Palace Hotel, And I Used To Drive A Station Wagon With Blood In Bottles To A Battalion Aid Station.

Furthermore, They Were Constantly Informed By All The Camp Authorities That They Had Been Abandoned By The World: They Were Beggars And Lucky To Receive The Daily Soup Of Starvation.

Nothing Is Better For Self-esteem Than Survival.