
SusanneKovácsknowsthatherpaternalgrandparentssurvivedtheHolocaustandfledtoDenmarktobeginanewlife.That’sallsheknows.TheHungariancouplekepttheirownstoryunderlockandkeythroughouttheirlivesandfocusedonimmersingthemselvesintoDanisheverydaylifeasquicklyaspossible.Apicturebooklife,seenfromoutside.Toescapethememoryofdeath,theysmiledandremainedsilent.Ifnooneseesthedarkness,theyhoped,normalitybecomespossible.Buttheunsaiddidnotfadebutgrewandfinallybegantodarkenthepresent.<br/> Evenasachild,Susannefeltthatindefinablemixoffear,painandragethatwasbubblingunderthesurface.Longbeforeshewasabletoputthesefeelingsintowords,theywereintheroom.Butwhen,asayoungwoman,shedecidestoaskquestions,shemeetsonlyrejection.Mayshediguptimesagainsthergrandmother’swillthatarehauntedbysomanyghosts?Isn’titbettertoremainsilentafterallthistime?Whoisallowedtospeakandwithwhom?Whichversionofthetruthisright?Acourageousinvestigationofherownfamilystorythatmakesitclearthatatsomepointit’snolongeraboutguild,butaboutforgiveness.