pickWW2 memoir by a woman whose love of literature and books transpires on every page. Owner of the only French bookstore in 1920s Berlin, Françoise Frenkel is forced to flee the city in 1939. She survives several periods hiding in France and finally manages to escape into safety - Switzerland. Without the help of people who were courageous and risked their own lives, she would not have made it. Beautifully written and translated, heartbreaking.
This memoir is a real tearjerker. Nice, France: 1942
This compelling book was sent to me all the way from Australia lovely gift from lovely blogger.
"Als der mit Licht knausernde Tag anbrach ..."
Françoise Frenkel
[Exil] "Die Grundlage dieser
Existenz war das Warten,
ein Kanevas, auf dem eine
immer dürftigere Hoffnung
und immer morosere Gedanken
miteinander nostalgische
Arabesken stickten."
Françoise Frenkel
" ... ich suchte eine Beschäftigung, und Buchhändlerin war die einzige, die für mich zählte."
Françoise Frenkel
Nichts, um sein Haupt zu betten | 
