A collection of essays, letters and stories written by my grandfather, Endre Fürst. As Hungarian Jews living in Budapest during World War II, Endre’s family and friends were persecuted and many murdered. His writing is both historical and personal, spanning life during the Nazi occupation, his father's return from Auschwitz, the Nazi trials, his brother's survival of the Gulag, and immigration to Australia.
What originated as a university project evolved into a book which makes a powerful comment on war, death and humanity. “The only thing they were guilty of was that they were born Jewish.”