The author came to United States, for the first time, in 1943. He was then ten years old. A US Navy ship brought him to San Diego, California, straight from a concentration camp. Unfortunately, the United States government did not let him remain. So he went to Mexico, where he lived in a refugee camp for five years. When the camp was terminated, he was compelled to struggle. In order to survive, he held many jobs. At fifteen he worked as a roofer, a logger, and a sawmill helper, neglecting his formal education because of lack of time and opportunity. He immigrated to USA in 1951. This time he was allowed to stay. Here, because of his Polish origin, he suffered rejection, degradation, and discrimination. Here for the first time in his life, he was called a Dumb Polak and a White Nigger. Here he was subjected to the so-called offensive Polish jokes. This plus discrimination, rejection and degradation made his life a never-ending torment, a hell on earth This autobiography was written in the form of a novel, and it is a continuation of author's first book: "A Journey Into Exile"-the first part of his life.

This is my memoir - a true story about victims of World War II and their life in concentration camp, their fears and their dreams, their relations with others, and their struggle on a journey to make a home in exile. It is also a story of adventure, danger and death. Above all, however, it is my story, a story of very important part of my life - my youth. Those events took place a long time ago. The people are real and so are their names. I have told it with complete honesty as I saw it, observe it, and experienced it. In order to make reading of this book more interesting I wrote it in a form of a novel. Some of the words within quotation marks are not necessarily of the speaker, for they have been said a long time ago, and my recollection of them is not always accurate. In other words, I'm giving in this book only the general ideas of the speakers and not their exact words, except when speaker is yours truly. Never the less, this book is a true account of my life in exile and is should be regarded as such.

The author came to United States, for the first time, in 1943. He was then ten years old. A US Navy ship brought him to San Diego, California, straight from a concentration camp. Unfortunately, the United States government did not let him remain. So he went to Mexico, where he lived in a refugee camp for five years. When the camp was terminated, he was compelled to struggle. In order to survive, he held many jobs. At fifteen he worked as a roofer, a logger, and a sawmill helper, neglecting his formal education because of lack of time and opportunity. He immigrated to USA in 1951. This time he was allowed to stay. Here, because of his Polish origin, he suffered rejection, degradation, and discrimination. Here for the first time in his life, he was called a Dumb Polak and a White Nigger. Here he was subjected to the so-called offensive Polish jokes. This plus discrimination, rejection and degradation made his life a never-ending torment, a hell on earth This autobiography was written in the form of a novel, and it is a continuation of author's first book: "A Journey Into Exile"-the first part of his life.

This is my memoir - a true story about victims of World War II and their life in concentration camp, their fears and their dreams, their relations with others, and their struggle on a journey to make a home in exile. It is also a story of adventure, danger and death. Above all, however, it is my story, a story of very important part of my life - my youth. Those events took place a long time ago. The people are real and so are their names. I have told it with complete honesty as I saw it, observe it, and experienced it. In order to make reading of this book more interesting I wrote it in a form of a novel. Some of the words within quotation marks are not necessarily of the speaker, for they have been said a long time ago, and my recollection of them is not always accurate. In other words, I'm giving in this book only the general ideas of the speakers and not their exact words, except when speaker is yours truly. Never the less, this book is a true account of my life in exile and is should be regarded as such.