PLOT
The holocaust is over, I'm still alone. Found food stores. Have transportation. I don't want to join the others, I still cannot forgive the past, but the lack of human touch, the lack of companionship has become unbearable. I am quickly realizing that there are human needs above and beyond food and shelter. The yearning in me requires more than I have at hand. Maybe I should reconsider my position. I don't know...