It was September 2015. After two weeks of holiday I started working on my new documentary. It took me back to the times of the Second World War. My film told a story of a girl - today, an elderly woman - who survived the Auschwitz concentration camp. It was a story of courage, loss and survival in times of war. My protagonist had the rare fortune of being among the very few children to survive the ordeal. One million children died.
“Do you know this song?”, George asked me after a tasty lunch at his apartment. George is my brother. He works in advertising. I consider his job as “selling people stuff, they don’t really need”. He considers his job as “storytelling”. And this is an important part of the story that I am just about to tell.