In the year 1945, the Holocaust came to an end. To a conclusion, 6 million Jews died throughout the whole tragedy. A little less than 4 million survived the horrible event. Mostly because they escaped before the whole event even started. The many that survived were either liberated from the camps by the Russian Army or survived the hard life of labor done in the concentration camps. Many amounts of survivors died after the Holocaust from sickness and other conditions. Many others believed that for them there was no reason to live after liberation. They had no home to go back to, the Nazis in search for valuables have destroyed it all. There was no family to return to, for they too have been annihilated. A survivor that is well recognized goes by the name, Elie Wiesel.

Elie Wiesel was born on 1928 in Sighet, Transylvania, which is currently a part of Romania. He was fifteen years old when the Nazis sent him and his family to Auschwitz. Elie and his father remained together for a short time. His father died a short while after; Elie's mother and a younger sister died, and his two older sisters survived. His life in camp was a nightmare, nothing anybody could imagine could copare with what he lived through in the four camps he was in. He was forced to work in the labor camps and forced to watch lives be taken away from other prisoners. He even saw many starving victims fight for the rations of food like wild animals while some even killed each other for a scrap of food.

Elie Wiesel was 16 years old when he was liberated along with many others. He moved to France and mastered the French language. He studied in Paris and became a Journalist. He then wrote many novels and volumes of his experience in the camps. One highly recommended novel is Night. In this book, he writes about his transportation to the camps as well as his life he lived there. This quote is the most memorable: "Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed. Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the little faces of the children whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky. Never shall I forget those flames, which consumed my faith forever. Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence, which deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those moments, which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams into dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God himself."