Gerda: My very clear view of freedom and liberation came that morning when I stood in this doorway of that abandoned factory and I saw a car
coming down the hill. And the reality of that came when I saw the white star on its hood and not the swastika. There were two men in that car.
One jumped out.
Kurt: I saw some skeletal figures trying to get some water from a hand pump. But over on the other side, leaning against the wall next to the
entrance of the building, I saw a girl standing and I decided to walk up to her.
Gerda: I remember that aura of him, of that awe, of that disbelief in daylight, to really see someone who fought for our freedom, for my ideals.
And he looked like god to me.
Kurt: And I asked her in German and in English whether she spoke either language, and she answered me in German.
Gerda: And I knew what I had to say. And I said to him, “We are Jewish, you know.” For a very long time--at least to me it seemed very long--he
didn’t answer me. And then his own voice betrayed his emotion. He was wearing dark glasses. I couldn’t see his eyes. He said, “So am I.”
Kurt: I asked about her companions.
Gerda: He said, “May I see the other ladies?”A form of address we hadn’t heard for six years. I told him most of the other girls were inside. They
were too ill to walk. And he said to me, “Won’t you come with me?” I didn’t know what he meant. So he held the door open for me and let me
precede him. And that was the moment of restoration of humanity, of humaneness, of dignity, of freedom.
Kurt: We went inside the factory. It was an indescribable scene. There were women scattered over the floor on scraps of straw, some of them
quite obviously with the mark of death on their faces.
Gerda: I took him to see my friends.
Kurt: The girl who was my guide made sort of a sweeping gesture over this scene of devastation and said the following words, “Noble be man,
merciful and good.” And I could hardly believe she was able to summon a poem by the German poet Goethe, which was called, is called “The
Divine” at such a moment. And there was nothing that she could have said that would have underscored the grim irony of the situation better than
what she did.
Gerda: And this first young American of liberation day is now my husband. He opened not only the door for me, but the door to my life and my
future. Interview with Gerda Weissmannn Klein and Kurt Klein, March 13, 1992