I’m envious of the author since I never got to experience the joy of having any grandparent on neither side of my family as they had been unable to survive the atrocities of the Holocaust. While having my parents as survivors still gave me a level of emotions other readers probably can’t relate to.
There’s quite a bit of an old-fashioned Shtetl mentality which persists in the minds of many of those who’ve survived the Holocaust and having parents being a barrier between the author and his grandmother gave him the best of both worlds, a luxury I unfortunately didn’t have.
There’s quite a range of emotions which can be found through the pages of this book, emotions which can at times make its readers cry and laugh at others.
The personal insight of this horrific time of history of the world paints a picture which anyone can relate to, whether they’re Jewish or not.
For the compassionate story Mr Lazega has given us I’m compelled to his endeavor 5 STARS.