Looking for Vera Bardos
199517mFilm
The day I realized that I didn't know the name of my aunt, who died at the age of 15 in a concentration camp, I was seized with fear. This is a film about memory coming back, about the impossibility of forgetting.
The day I realized that I didn't know the name of my aunt, who died at the age of 15 in a concentration camp, I was seized with fear. This is a film about memory coming back, about the impossibility of forgetting.
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