I was twelve when the coat was made. Nathan our tailor & dear friend cut it for Grandfather in the first week of March 1938. It was the last week of freedom for Warsaw & for us... Even in the most difficult of lives there is hope. & sometimes that hope comes in the form of a small boy armed with a troupe of puppets
- a prince a girl a fool a crocodile with half-painted teeth... When Mika's grandfather dies in the Warsaw ghetto he inherits not only his great coat but its treasure trove of secrets. In one remote pocket he finds a papier mache head a scrap of cloth...the prince. & what better way to cheer the cousin who has lost her father the little boy who his ill the neighbours living in one cramped room than a puppet show? Soon the whole ghetto is talking about the puppet boy
- until the day when Mika is stopped by a German officer & is forced into a secret life... This is a story about survival. It is an epic journey spanning continents & generations from Warsaw to the gulags of Siberia & two lives that intertwine amid the chaos of war. Because even in wartime there is hope...