Binjamin Wilkomirski was a tiny child when the round-ups in Poland began. His father was killed in front of him, he was seperated from his family, and found himself completely alone in a series of death camps. Only in adulthood did he find a way to recover his memories. He recounts these fragments with a child's unadorned speech and unsparing vision. Written with brilliant simplicity, this memoir is a masterpiece, incredible in its power to move.
