The book is the account of my father and his family's survival of and escape from the Holocaust. From their beautiful home in Vienna, Austria to the many countries to which they fled and in which they were separated from each other, it is a story of immense courage, sheer determination and deep love. I truly believe that stories such as theirs should be shared, and should never be forgotten.
My father, Herman, was born on the 14th of April 1924 to parents who were both in their early thirties at the time of his birth. It still amazes me to reflect on the fact that, as a 39 year old woman in 2013, both my paternal grandparents were born in the 1890s.
My father’s parents, Sarah and Morris were born in Warsaw, Poland, but decided to make a life for themselves in Vienna, Austria, where they had their three children. My father was the middle...