I read the experience of a young Dutchman who was "invited" by the nazis to work for the Reich.
On his few hours off he would walk along a railway line and there he met a station master a lady whos husband had been killed earlier in the war. He did odd jobs for her and he would wave to the trains of people troops going this way and that. One day a train came in for a stop and there was a festive atmosphere about it. He could smell cigars, perfume and what he longed for decent food. He heard the people speaking Dutch and he asked them
"what is this train was about- ie any chance of me getting on?
"Oh no" said one lady, "This is a special holiday train put on by the Germans just for us Dutch...Jews."