When I was at Auschwitz, for a period of time, I worked in the Crematorium. After a while, they would kill the Crematorium workers. I had a feeling it was “my time,” that I would soon be killed. One day, the Germans announced that they were looking for tradesmen; painters, carpenters, electricians. If you called out that you were a painter, then they would ask you questions about painting. If you lied and did not know about painting, they would shoot you on the spot. The guy standing right next to me lied and they shot him on the spot. I used to go to school half a day and paint half a day. I answered their questions correctly and moved into another camp.