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i'm proud to say that both my grandfather(my fathers' father) and my grandmother (my mothers' mother) were proud jews who resisted as they could, my grandfather enlisting in the french army then in the french resistance during the whole war, and my grandma who was in budapest, hungary, although she was deported to Auschwitz, she survived and during the marches of the death, tried to escape twice, before succeeding the third time.

Interestingly both were at about 18-24 years old at that time and single first born children, maybe that's why they were both more couragous and resisters

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There's a similar observation in 'Koylma Stories' by Varlam Shalamov, a collection of short stories of his time in Siberian prison camps in the late 1930's:

`A prisoner may be on his last legs, starving and exhausted, but he will crawl or stagger to the guardhouse in order to denounce and unmask a comrade. This is done for a reason: the boss may reward him with tobacco, may praise him, may say thank you. The informer portrays his own cowardice and vileness as something like his duty` pg. 615

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