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“Moving – and genuine.”
—Daily Mail

“An unusually good-natured memoir about life in the Nazi camps and the travails of being a postwar refugee. Weinberg … has a quick, curious mind…A revelation … told with both candor and odd innocence.”
—Kirkus Reviews

“Told with an honest, contemporary, sometimes wry viewpoint, Weinberg’s graphic memories are haunting, as he searches the Web and historical archives to find out now what he did not know then, while it was happening to him: where he was marching, how many died. The dual perspective, then and now, and the blend of family intimacy (including occasional photos) with the gripping, authoritative historical overview make this an essential title for discussion.”
—Booklist

“All those who care about the proper documenting of this horrendous era must be grateful to Felix Weinberg for giving us this insightful and ultimately uplifting account.”
—Suzanne Bardgett, Imperial War Museum

“A very witty and highly readable account of life in Nazi camps, with truly original information and an amazing sense of humour. A great lesson in resilience, survival, hope – and genuine modesty.”
—Gilbert Achcar, The Arabs and the Holocaust

“A sensitive, witty, intelligent – and ultimately, extremely moving – memoir.”
—Richard Zimler, author of The Warsaw Anagrams

“Felix Weinberg’s memoir stands out from other Holocaust memoirs in its accomplished style, its powers of exact recollection and depiction and in its dry humour.”
—Professor Charmian Brinson, author of The Strange Case of Dora Fabian and Mathilde Wurm

“With a detachment that makes the telling all the more powerful, Felix Weinberg has given witness to what he saw and experienced through the terror, misery and absurdity of his teenage years … [It] is the reply of a boy who escaped annihilation and found that by staying alive he could think, study, research and eventually teach at the highest level. In the face of genocide on any people, anywhere at any time, the book is the ultimate response: that we exist and have the right to exist. I wasn’t only moved by it. I was strengthened by it.”
—Michael Rosen, author, poet