A while ago I was visiting a convent populated with only a few elderly Polish nuns. They had established the convent after the war, and their numbers had inevitably dwindled.
It was a freezing morning with a thick ground frost, and, in passing, I mentioned to one of the nuns how cold it was.
She paused before her reply, and looked me in the eye, eventually saying in a quiet, level voice "Not as cold as in the concentration camp".
I think of her nowadays when I watch the news.
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