Description

Topolski’s memoir provides an unaffected, clear-eyed view of a life gone topsy-turvy during the first three years of the Second World War. By turns, his remembranes are wrenching, horrifying, surreal, even funny. “Funny” is a rather unlikely word to describe a prisoner’s memoir, but then at times it must have seemed to the teenaged Topolski that a sense of humour was the only cord to sanity.