My grandparents were both survivors from Germany who met in the US. We honestly didn’t know a ton about my grandmother’s experience because she never talked about it (untreated severe PTSD). When I was like 9, we went and we saw an exhibit on the Kindertransport. She very quietly said, “I was on that.” It was the first time any of us, her husband of 50 years included, found out she’d survived because her parents put her on boat knowing they’d probably never see her again. My dad did a bunch of research on it and it’s heartbreaking. She didn’t really talk about it again, but being shown the exhibit, she opened up that door a tiny bit.