“This book is dedicated to the memory of those who could not tell their stories”
THANK YOU, *TAMMY*.... for making sure I didn’t miss this book!
Adriana Neumann grew up in Venezuela.
This book is a tribute to her father, Hans Neumann.
Part literary family memoir... part mystery detective tale....
....a search for answers and the truth: a daughters profound love for her father!!!
What Hans experienced during the war was horrendous and monstrous.
He could never speak about it.
It was only after Hans died, that he left a box of letters diary entries, photos and beautiful memorabilia, (photos of an old watch gave me chills... along with other wonderful photos), for Adriana....
which sent Adriana on a worldwide search to uncover her father’s story...spanning nearly ninety years.
Hans was a brilliant man - highly respected in his community. He built an industrial empire in Venezuela.
He had a passion for art.
Hans compulsively collected watches, books, clocks, medieval objects, paintings, and sculptures....and had an obsession with timekeeping and punctuality.
He owned 297 pocket watches.
I found Hans to be a fascinating man - handsome -loyal to his family - driven - smart as a whip-
And this was even ‘before’ we learn about his ( wonderful) daughter, Ariana, who uncovers the family secrets from the past.
In Hans later years before his death, he suffered a massive stroke, which left him wheelchair bound. It was really inspiring to learn how he kept active. His physical limitations didn’t stop him
from his exercise regime. He was up early swimming laps aided with a float, and traipsed up and down the corridor with a walking frame three times a day.
HANS LIVED FULLY - after the war up to the day he died
but he didn’t burden his family one iota about the horrors he endured during the Holocaust.
After suffering a series of more strokes that left his legs paralyzed completely...he eventually succumbed to his death.
Ariana’s father was cremated September 11, 2001.
Shortly after Hans died, Ariana gave birth to her first child. A boy.
She and her husband were living in London at the time of her father’s death.
Adriana shared about her childhood- growing up in Caracas, Venezuela in the 1970’s, and 80’s.
Her neighborhood in Venezuela sounded like an oasis with a wonderful garden that had dozens of different palms, mangos, guava, acacia, and eucalyptus trees...
and bushes covered with orchards.
Adriana said;
“The country that I grew up in was filled with promise. There were serious problems— social disparity, corruption, and poverty— but there was also a sense that such issues were being addressed. Social and educational programs were being implemented; government housing, schools, and hospitals were being built”.
Venezuela in the 1970s and 80s had a stable democracy, a rising literacy rate, and a flourishing art scene.
Migrants where are attracted by the quality of life and the relative safety, climate, and business opportunities.
Hans and his older brother, Lotar, migrated to Venezuela because their country had been broken by war. The brothers started a paint factory together that proved to be prosperous.
It was fun to read a little bit about the type of girl Adriana was as a child. She wanted to solve mysteries… She knew very young she wanted to be a detective or better yet a spy.
As a child she started a spy club with her cousins.
Little did Adriana know at the time that she would carry her detective talents into her adult life — associated with her own father.
The storytelling - page after page - was engaging- moving and intimate- which became grippingly riveting as Adriana uncovered information- going through his papers, notes, letters, and all those things her father quietly saved - his collections - after his death. So much she didn’t know about his past.
While growing up in Ariana’s family, they were allowed to freely discuss politics, religion, sex, drugs, her parents marriage, divorce…any topic except her father’s past. Hans past was a taboo topic.
It was clear that for Hans to talk about his parents, or his life growing up in Czechoslovakia, was too painful for him.
Growing up, all Ariana knew about her grandparents was that they Czech....who never made it to Venezuela.... and had owned a dull gold watch.
I don’t want to spoil the next 90% of this book....
Trust me... READ IT....it’s an AMAZING journey.
Ariana’s father ‘did’ leave her clues. He even left a puzzle for her in his box. If that wasn’t symbolic, I don’t know what is!
“My father left the world of which he seldom spoke as a riddle for me to unlock, the answers perhaps being the key to his complex and hermetic personality”.
Once Ariana begins her inquiries, and locating people, attempting to assemble a family tree....
I thought of the Russian Nesting doll....( another, another, another clue to discover)
Ariana discovers more than she ever expected.
I was sooo engrossed in this story ... I simply did not know what Ariana was going to uncover.
Fascinating story!!!
“Traumatized people often construct defense mechanisms strong enough to deter those closest to them”.
“Interspersed amid the horrors were wisps of beauty and love”.