The author, a Jewish doctor who went through hell and much more, writes for psychological reasons in the third person.
The German Jews formed a completely unique society in Europe, both with regard to the role they had played in the economic and cultural life of Germany until the Nazis came to power, and with regard to the completely unique mentality they developed over the last hundred years.
This mentality had many elements, but above all, it was the conviction of their own separateness and exceptionalism.
His father, like the majority of Polish Jews, did not like the German Jews and told him a little about them. He learned a lot more about them during his studies in France, at the time when Hitler came to power.
Many German Jews succeeded in finding refuge on French soil, a refuge they saw as temporary, thinking that the whole Hitler adventure was bound to pass soon.
For a time, he was involved with a girl whose father had been a typical representative of that specific society. He ranked highly in the German social democratic movement and had even been the owner of a newspaper that derived its name and pedigree from a newspaper established in his day by Marx.
Even in emigration, even in conditions of exile. Not even once had he gained the honour of being invited to his girlfriend's parents' home. Indeed! He knew that even his family name was anathema in her home.
Now fate had decreed that the remnants of that society found themselves behind the barbed wires of the Lódź ghetto.
Face to face with those from whom they had always set themselves apart, with whom they never wanted to have anything in common. Face to face with the gloomy, hopeless reality of the ghetto. Here they had to live and, as they were assured, to work.
With a Yellow Star and a Red Cross by Arnold Mostowicz