During World War II, I was sent to several concentration and work camps in Poland. My whole family was killed, and I alone lived. There was a famous cantor in one of the camps with me, and he would sing Jewish songs. And in those moments of music, I found escape. One day, I realized that he needed a beat, so I managed to get two metal spoons, and I drummed for him: pum, pum, pum. Almost every night, we would all gather and sing, even though we were starving and exhausted. That is how I learned the drums. When we were liberated, I was sent to a displaced person’s camp in Italy, where there were actual instruments. I played the drums for the people in the camp and the town. Such joy!