The Germans left the camp a few days before liberation, realizing that the Americans would soon be arriving. Liberation was on the 5th of May. I still remember that day, a lot of emotions. When the gate first opened, there was this Jewish boy from New York. He didn't speak much Yiddish. I remember he sat down on a big stone, took off his helmet and cried. But, many of us died from malnutrition and starvation even in the care of the Americans. They were giving us this army food and nobody was used to it. We were not used to eating much more than bread and plain soup. I did not see the French man who had saved my life. I was never able to track him down.