My siblings refused to open dad’s memoir after his death; it contained secrets so long locked away. I did: forced-labor camps, beatings, hunger, cannibalism, homosexuality… it uncovered his demons. Some things were familiar - others seemed weird, hallucinatory, nightmarish. I tried deciphering them, following the memoir’s path. I made half the journey alone. I forced the second half on my siblings, who didn’t want to participate, even while crawling around tunnels and enchanted forests. This isn’t a film about the holocaust, because we spent most of our time laughing… it’s about a rare intimacy and bond that replaced pain with bitter-sweet humor.