What can possibly explain the significance of a single moment of life, let alone decades in confinement under the epitome of false pretenses? Bernard Caron-Bernie, as affectionately known to many-was raised in a Jewish home in Paris, France, by a hardworking father and a devoted mother. This first-person account captures a background and an experience distinguished by a stable family an d a home ravaged by the sheer horror of the Holocaust, leading to an unfathomable redemption. Written in the 1950s after adequately learning English, and updated in 2011, Bernie's account of his time in concentration camps and his life since then testify of absolute purpose and meaning. The possibility of loss amidst such a profound personal history is staggering. Nevertheless, this account stands guard against an overwhelming apathy; though we shall not forget.
