I had heard of Janus Korczak before reading this book, so it was really interesting to read about the experience of a boy who had been raised in his orphanage from the age of seven. The author, Mr. Belfer, had come of age to leave the orphanage by the time the orphanage had been moved to the ghetto, and later its occupants taken to death camps, so his story veers from theirs. However, the love, respect, and admiration he holds for Dr. Korczak is evident, and from his descriptions of the man and of the ideal life in the orphanage, that high esteem is well deserved. Belfer’s experience during the war is unusual. He was able to leave and find employment in Russia, then in Turkey. This doesn’t mean he was without hardship. Living conditions in these places still left him and various companions struggling for survival, whether because of extreme weather or lack of food. At the end of the war, Belfer returned to Poland only to find that no one he loved had survived, and he had to find his way in the world alone. Many memoirs of this time period end when the war ends, with only an afterword or author’s note to give information beyond that, but Belfer details making aliyah and his new life in Israel, his professional life and work as an artist, and his family. The book includes many examples of Belfer’s art.