It’s 1988 and Jordan Mechner is 24-years-old — visiting New York from San Francisco to attend his grandfather’s funeral — when his father, Franz, recalls a distressing but formative moment from his war-torn childhood: “I decided when I was nine years old to consider myself as already dead.”
Jordan, his younger brother, and his father are sitting in a cozy domestic space, reminiscing over Papi’s life, which, like Franz’s early years, was beset with close calls. Father and son, both Jewish and therefore targets of the Nazi occupation, fled Austria together in 1938, leaving half of their family behind. The elder Mechner, Adolf, emigrated to Cuba while Franz, a young boy at the time, fled to stay with his aunt in various parts of France. There, he lived in precarious circumstances for three years, until his family of four eventually reunited in Cuba. Most of their relatives, including over a hundred cousins, did not survive.