I was 14 at the end of the war and believed that I was the only surviving Jew left on earth. I was no longer in danger and I had enough to eat. It did not occur to me that I could actually leave Helena. One evening as I went to close the door blown open by a snowstorm, there stood my lifelong friend Bronka. She was part of a group of 220 orphans being taken by Dr. Kotarba to Palestine but she had refused to leave Europe until she found me.