This is a book of fiction, woven with threads of truth. Abraham Siegel takes a family photograph in 1938 in Wetzlar, Germany. There is an unidentifiable brown smear on the back of that photograph. No living person has taken notice of that mark. Perhaps it is blood. Sixty years after that photograph was taken, four thousand miles from Wetzlar, a thirteen-year-old boy on the eve of his Bar Mitzvah makes an astounding discovery which links four generations from the Holocaust to the present. Still Here is the story of what happened to the people in the photograph, including its photographer. It is also the story about that photographer's heroic and courageous employer at the Leica lens factory in Wetzlar. . . Still Here is ultimately a story of resilience and redemption, of love and faith.
This is a book of fiction, woven with threads of truth. Abraham Siegel takes a family photograph in 1938 in Wetzlar, Germany. There is an unidentifiable brown smear on the back of that photograph. No living person has taken notice of that mark. Perhaps it is blood. Sixty years after that photograph was taken, four thousand miles from Wetzlar, a thirteen-year-old boy on the eve of his Bar Mitzvah makes an astounding discovery which links four generations from the Holocaust to the present. Still Here is the story of what happened to the people in the photograph, including its photographer. It is also the story about that photographer's heroic and courageous employer at the Leica lens factory in Wetzlar. . . Still Here is ultimately a story of resilience and redemption, of love and faith.
