After a series of nearly fatal adventures and hairbreadth escapes from the Nazis in the Vilna ghetto and then from the Soviets, my aunt Zipporah (always referred to as Tzipi in the family) reached safety in Shanghai wearing the same Russian army uniform she had taken from a drunken soldier in Magnetogorsk. All of this is described in unashamedly candid Yiddish in her unpublished memoir, which she kept in a red-covered school notebook with blue-ruled pages,