Jankele Kuperblum at eight had already left home to work, returned to his native village to find his family deported as Jews. The Ukrainian Mrs. Paizak took him in for a time, until the danger of reprisal became too great and he was forced to wander from farm to farm seeking food and shelter, hiding his identity (and his private parts) as a Jew. But ""something within me urged me not to forget who I was, where I was born, who my mother and father were."" Jankele received kindness, endured cruelty, always under the threat of discovery. The end of the war brought survival guilt; he tried to kill himself. He made his way to Dublin, found distant relatives who helped a little, and registered with a last hope: ""Jankele Kuperblum is alive."" A story of survival told without self pity, with a determination to live perhaps more properly termed girls, the more moving therefore.