Review by Kirkus Book Review
It sounds like fiction. Two kids, ten and twelve, crisscrossing France with knapsacks on their backs. One night in 1941 Papa comes to their room and tells them they must leave. Leave Porte Clignancourt, leave Paris, fund a train, somehow get into unoccupied France, stay alive. Never, never admit that you're Jewish. Thirty years later Joseph Joffo tells it in the present tense -- Joseph and his brother Maurice are off on the most fantastic adventure of their lives in the middle of the most nightmarish war. To Dax, the little town where they ""cross over,"" to Marseilles, to Menton, to Nice, to the Alps living by their wits, dodging the SS, sleeping in barns, running, hiding, bluffing, scrounging. And they do very well at it. It's a helluva story, the intrepid wanderings of these two small soldiers of fortune equipped with only their chutzpa. . . and Joffo's a born storyteller. Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
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Review by Kirkus Book Review
