"I dove into the frigid river, the sudden shock leaving me gasping. By the time that I was two-thirds across the river, my strength was fading . . . Somehow, I managed to reach the shore—the unoccupied zone of France and my entry into freedom."
"n Germany I was 'Jewboy'; in Brussels I was 'boche'; in France I was 'undesirable'; in Portugal I was a 'refugee'; and in Jamaica I was simply a non-entity . . . I was a pariah in an exploding world."
"I feel my brother's hand, trembling but strong, grab onto mine. I hear his words, urging me to run, take hold of my body and move my legs. We run, his hand holding mine . . . to me it feels like freedom."
"'Don't move. Don't open the door.' My knees had turned to jelly and I was trembling uncontrollably. Sina grabbed her raincoat and declared, 'I'm leaving. They'll be back and I don't want to end up in a camp.'"