Disclaimer: This book was written by the mother of a school friend and my friend helped with its editing. I was a frequent visitor to her house and she took the photograph that I think is the most iconic for my family life in 1966. I knew OF her story then. I am glad I did not read it until I have gained perhaps a modicum of perspective now.
This slim volume, in less than 140 pages tells the story of Marianne Fischer and her survival in Budapest through the rise of fascism, the horror of friends deportation to work and death camps, the withering of the Jewish community in a country with a long and vital Jewish history (at the start of the war 1 in 4 Hungarians were Jewish), and the flowering of a young woman's faith in Christ. It is not deep in theology nor apologetics. It is however profound in the work-a-day operation of people to do the small things that constitute living as well as the larger concerns as to what comprises faith.