It is always difficult to read or watch movies about the Holocaust but as I listened to my Aunt Tutti tell me of her experience as an eight year old in a concentration camp I was able to hear the truth and envision myself and my family in the same nightmare that occurred only thirty years before I was born.
I had to sheepishly apologize to the crew for moving in before they were ready for us. I couldn’t stand to live in our tiny condo anymore. Two years was enough. I agree that living in small areas keeps the family closer together but Im not convinced this was healthy for our particular family.