Knut Dethlefsen
I often think of Zofia Pohorecka of Lviv, a Polish woman who was like a grandmother to me. We first met in 1990 when I spent a year and a half in Oświęcim at the International Youth Meeting Centre in Oświęcim/Auschwitz, as a young volunteer with the Action Reconciliation Service for Peace.
While I was there I met Zofia at least once a week, sometimes more often. Her story of survival and courage is especially resonant today, on this 76th anniversary of the liberation of the Auschwitz concentration camp. Her memory is an inspiration to me every day.