I was born in Poland to a Jewish mother. I saw very little of my father. One day, the summer was gone and Nazis came. Unbearable loneliness among the many interned, and forever silent about what truly happened behind the barbed wire. Finally, just before the Russians arrived... I can still see within my mind's eye those final days, the silent panic. The only sound, American Soldiers waving with arms...the words they were shouting; we did not really absorb ... "Before the Russians come."

The Americans came and rescued me, young a boy, and the remaining, mostly boys and some older people. I can still see the solider helping me onto a truck and the ham and cheese sandwich he gave me.

Even after the American's came that loneliness never left. From there I was a vagabond, a boy of war finding adulthood on his own, Paris, Rome, Brussels and finally America. New York City in the 1950's was amazing. I shared life and the stage with many ... before leaving for another lifetime in Hollywood.

America and my career in Hollywood, allowed me to meet many remarkable people. All while living far, far away from Zwickau and the internment camp. Survival is the best revenge...