Judy Kolt writes,
In 1940 our entire family was transferred [from the Warsaw Ghetto] to the Otwock Ghetto, a few kilometres away. My father, on Aryan papers, was not with us. Life was a lot easier in Otwock, which was then an ′open ghetto′. We were surrounded by forests. Tatus (Father) would come quite often in the middle of the night. We went for walks together and he would talk to us children about animals and rivers and lands far away. He would make us feel as if life was quite normal. Once, when walking in the forest, Tatus pointed at the squirrels in the tree and said that I was a big girl of four (and Tosia even bigger, at seven)… He told me he would always be watching over me, even from afar. If I sometimes couldn’t help being afraid, all I needed to do was tell the squirrels, and the squirrels would let him know.
This is the story of a remarkable family, whose courage, love and solidarity guided them, with the help of a number of ′guardian angels′, through the darkest of times. We are left in awe of heroic deeds undertaken in the knowledge of dire consequences, and of the resilience of the human spirit. This book is an antidote to despair.