Born in Poland, Felix Goldberg was captured near Warsaw in 1939 and sent to a German work camp. He worked hard on the farm in the bitter cold with little to eat. Later he was sent to Auschwitz. He remembers trucks arriving at the camp—those in trucks went straight to the crematorium. Campmates wouldn't believe that the Nazis were burning people in the big chimney off to the side. Goldberg didn't know. The world didn't know it because no one would believe it. At the war's end, survivors went with the American Army. After moving to Columbia, Goldberg said, "I live in the best country in the world, but I carry inside of me a very unpretty past. And I worry that what I experienced, others could experience in the future. Let us appreciate what we have, and guard it always."