On one of my research trips to Poland I found myself walking down a street in a small town and gazing at the houses. I’d read of many individuals in Nazi-occupied countries who risked their lives and the lives of their families to hide and shelter Jewish fugitives. That some people are prepared to risk everything to offer friendship and protection to a stranger. So even as we travelled together on that terrible train journey in the closing chapters, I knew there would be a second book.Īs part of Felix’s continuing story of friendship, I wanted to include an example of something I find truly remarkable. There were too many things I wanted to make part of Felix’s story, and I’d come to accept they wouldn’t all fit into a single book. Which wasn’t very fast.Įven before I finished writing Once I knew I wouldn’t be saying goodbye to Felix and Zelda on the last page. Then we ran for our lives, me and Zelda, up a hillside as fast as we could.
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