Memories of a cherished childhood.
My Father’s life seemed well planned; so much, that it began two years before he was even born in 1927 in the Polish town of Lwów. Disregarding all the mischief his brother thought up, Stanislaw Szybalski led a happy, sheltered upper-class childhood. That all ended on the day he went out to buy supplies for the new school year that was going to start the next day. It was on September 1, 1939 – the day Hitler bombed Lwów. Stanislaw is an amazingly factual boy with budding entrepreneurial talent. He allows us to see how his world turns with disarming honesty. His naive mishaps make us laugh, just as his pain touches us. His humorously dry assessments of whimsical, but all the more headstrong characters make us curious and we feel the unrelenting will and craftiness of an adolescent eager to take on his life – even if it wasn’t going the way his parents had planned.