In January of 1945, we were marched a couple of miles from Birkenau to Auschwitz in the heavy snow and bitter cold. I was able to escape and hid in a basement. I waited until morning, when everything was quiet and all the screaming had stopped. When I came out of my hiding place, the camp had been deserted. Slowly, some other prisoners began to emerge. A couple of hundred of us gathered. A few days later we were liberated by the Russians.