Page 1 Page 2 Page 3 Page 4 Page 5 Page 6 Page 7 Page 8 Page 9 Page 10 Page 11 Page 12 Page 13 Page 14 Page 15 Page 16 Page 17 Page 18 Page 19 Page 20 Page 21 Page 22 Page 23 Page 24 Page 25 Page 26 Page 27 Page 28 Page 29 Page 30 Page 31 Page 32 Page 33 Page 34 Page 35 Page 36 Page 37 Page 38 Page 39 Page 40 Page 41 Page 42 Page 43 Page 44 Page 45 Page 46 Page 47 Page 48 Page 49 Page 50 Page 51 Page 52 Page 53 Page 54 Page 55 Page 56 Page 57 Page 58 Page 59 Page 60 Page 61 Page 62 Page 63 Page 64 Page 65 Page 66 Page 67 Page 68 Page 69 Page 70 Page 71 Page 72 Page 73 Page 74 Page 75 Page 76 Page 77 Page 78 Page 79 Page 80 Page 81 Page 82 Page 83 Page 8450 Plough Quarterly • Winter 2017 Penina Bowman was seventeen years old when soldiers showed up at her home in Hungary and told her family they had twenty minutes to pack their bags. They were told they were being sent away to work, but the train brought them to Auschwitz. Penina lost her parents and forty-two other ­ relatives to the Holocaust, but she and her siblings survived. My two sisters and I stuck together and that’s what helped us survive. When one of us was down, we would encourage each other. We prayed. Psycho- logically, I think prayer helps. I didn’t lose my faith and I didn’t lose my sanity. Having something to believe in helped us survive. When I first came to the United States, I saw so many of my fellow Holocaust survivors who were destroying themselves because of their hate. They couldn’t enjoy life, they couldn’t go on with their lives, and I said, “This is not going to happen to me.” I would not wish war on anybody. People don’t realize what it means to live with guns and soldiers and the fear that you’re going to be killed any minute. And the worst part is that people don’t appreciate what they have. Because of what I went through, I learned to appreciate everything and not make a big deal out of little things. I let them be.  ■ “I don’t hate anybody. Hate is a very powerful thing. It destroys you instead of other people.”