Recalling his experience of the ghetto at six years old, Michal Glowinski, attentive to the distance between a child's experience and an adult's reflection, revisits the images and episodes of his childhood. He explores the horror of those years, the fragility of existence, and the fragmented nature of memory itself. Foreword ix Translator's Preface xi Author's Note 3(2) Fragments from the Ghetto 5(12) The Pastry 17(4) Emil 21(6) My Grandfather's Suicide 27(6) Beans and a Violin 33(6) Getting Out 39(6) Dlugi 45(14) The Black Hour 59(8) Candid Evening Talks 67(8) The Villa on Odolanska Street 75(8) The House beneath the Eagles 83(8) A Quarter Hour Passed in a Pastry Shop 91(6) Jasio the Redhead 97(6) The Death of Sister Longina 103(8) On a Sunday Morning 111(14) A Louse on a Beret, a Chasuble, a Pair of Shoes 125(14) Misjudeja 139(8) It Was I Who Killed Jesus 147(12) Books I Didn't Read in My Youth 159(10) ``Germans Are People, Too'' 169(18) Translator's Notes 187