Here’s me taking on home slopes at the age of six. I inherited my love for skiing, mountains, and whipped cream from my Vienna-born father, Paul. Yet Austrians were complicit in his father’s murder by Nazis, his expulsion from school at 15, and appropriation of his family assets. His forebears had lived in Austria for centuries, yet he and his mother arrived in London with nothing. Why did he seem fond of Austrian heritage rather than bitter about his family’s betrayal?
Read the chapter “Paul and I” in Irma’s Passport to find out what I discover.