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Ok, here’s the rest of the story:

So my grandfather escaped into the woods. He was walking through the woods for a few days, and he got very sick. Later he found out he caught typhus. He stumbled into a town, where they took him and brought him to the hospital. He was told that a bunch of Jews had escaped from the Nazis and found their way to this town. They were all being treated in the hospital.

In the hospital, his typhus wasn’t getting better. It got to the point where he passed out. The next thing he knew, he woke up, in a cold, dark room. He had no idea where he was – the last thing he remembered was being in a hospital bed. he stood up, and felt fine. A bit hungry, but no fever, no dizziness or anything that indicated typhus.

He searched around until he found a door. It was locked, so he started banging. A nurse came and opened the door. Her face was white. She said, “But you’re dead!” She told him that he had gotten to the point that they really thought he died, and they stuck him in the morgue.

He walked out into the hospital, and saw it was almost empty. He asked what happened there, and she told him that the Nazis came through the town. They discovered the Jews in the hospital, and the doctors helping them. They killed all the Jews, and the doctors also. The nurse told him, “If you hadn’t gotten that sick, you would have been shot by the Nazis also. Your getting that sick saved your life!”

I don’t know where my grandfather went from there. I do know that he went to a DP camp in Germany, where he was reunited with his wife, who had also survived the camps. They moved to the US a few years later.