'I felt ashamed that my mind was working against my friends in this way, but I also knew that in order to survive it was necessary to think like the Nazi conquerors among whom I lived, to remove myself as far as possible from the people they hated; in fact, to remove myself from myself.' Freddie Knoller was forced to abandon his family and flee Vienna as Nazi Brownshirts swept through his apartment building in November 1938. Little more than a ordinary Jewish schoolboy, his desperate journey took him, among many other places, to Paris, where he earned a living guiding the Nazis around the red light district, an occupation that provoked complex feelings of guilt, elation and fortune. But his luck ran out, and Freddie was soon on the run again before he fell victim to a friend's betrayal that saw him transported straight to Auschwitz.