I think saying your name wrong (by one little letter) was rhe least of your problems. Not remembering where you had stored the poison is far more worrying.

So very, very sad and shocking. I have visited a few camps in the past and was dumbstruck and moved to tears every single time. Some humans can do such despicable things to each other beggars' beliefs.

I saw something here advising you to like certain posts 10 times so they can build a better algorithm.

I was a dedicated blood donor for over 20 years. When I reached 100 donations, I called it a day. Cup of coffee and a biscuit was enough for me, and above all, it was for a good cause. For all daughters, sons and wives that won't be missing their father.