I had no expectations about what Canada would be like, none. For a long time afterwards, I wanted to hide who I was and where I had come from. I didn't want to associate with other survivors, because I did not want to be identified as a survivor. My siblings and I were like strangers. Because we had been separated throughout the war, we were not bonded like most families. We loved each other but we seemed to have nothing in common. That's what the war did to us. To this day, I have trouble trusting people.