There was commotion everywhere. People were getting dressed or looking for things. The atmosphere was unreal, unbelievable. I know they all felt the same as I. A rope was tightening around everyone's neck-the end has come. It is like seeing the angel of death manifest in the form of a policeman. No one among us spoke. Except for the rustle of everyone getting ready to go, it was quiet. We were living a nightmare. It could not be real, but it was and yet I refused to believe it. Somehow, at least in me, there was a spark of hope. I pretended to look for things, all the while my mind raced through the possibilities, the ideas of escape, running away, or somehow just disappearing. I was desperate because my immediate chances were poor. I couldn't see myself leaving this house with the rest of the group. One thought ran over and over in my mind, I must get out of this mess.
This is an unbelievable, arresting account of the fight for survival in the face of Nazis, Ukrainian Nationalists, and regular people seeking bounties, all hunting down Jews in the early 1940s. Breyer's family was the only Jewish one in a small farming village in Poland, living a peaceful life with friendly relations with their neighbors. One day, his entire family is carted away, and Breyer spends the next two years in the forest: on the run, desperate for food, linking up with various groups of other refugee Jews, and forging a brutal existence in the wilderness. It seems like the stuff of Hollywood movies, but it's all too real. This book is painfully necessary in our times, and it's essential reading for anyone interested in truly understanding what it meant to have survived the Holocaust.
My friend’s grandfather wrote this book which made this story feel closer to the heart knowing his family. Allen’s story is heartbreaking and devastating but seeing how far he’s come from his past is incredibly admirable.
While I am the grandson in law of one of the targets of Mr. Brayer's ramblings, I found this book to be very superficially written, as though from the perspective of a naive (and very ungrateful) young man.