"In 1939," Julian Padowicz says, "I was a Polish Jew-hater. Under different circumstances my story might have been one of denouncing Jews to the Gestapo. As it happened, I was a Jew myself, and I was seven years old." Julian's mother was a Warsaw socialite who had no interest in child-rearin...
and Mrs. K. I had seen Mother exchange addresses with Mr. K. before disembarking, so now it was him that she called the next morning, and, that same afternoon, we were unpacking again, this time at the Kosiewiczes’ hotel, in a suite right above theirs. The hotel was closer...
Because the memory of feelings and impressions is stronger than the memory of facts, I have had to take liberties to fill in certain facts to make the feelings and the impressions more understandable. Some people, whom I remember as being present, and who were an essential element of the story, c...