During World War Two, Nazi Germany was bewildering to a youth. Ernst grew up during the most turbulent and destructive time in human history. Many of the comforts of life, the joys of loved ones, and the religious freedoms that they used to take for granted would challenge him to his core. The love of his family, of his teacher, and of his music would follow him to the very brin of death. His only solace came deep within himself clinging to God and his violin. This book is not revisionist history. It does not suit the Politically Correct who do not understand the 70 million deaths in that war, nor the eleven million who died in the camps. This story beautifully flows within the pattern of the Holocaust stories throughout the World War II genre in truth and death.