“I dedicate this book to my uncle, Robert Einstein, Albert’s cousin, my aunt, Nina Einstein Mazzetti, my cousin Anna (Cici) and Luce. Everybody is sleeping in the cemetery of Badiuzza above Florence. On their grave are the words: ‘massacred by the Germans August 3, 1944.’ “My sister and I lived at the villa from an early age (because our mother had died). We were spared by the SS because our surname was ‘Mazzetti’ and not ‘Einstein’. With our beloved family, we shared the joys of life and received their affection for years but at the moment of death, we were separated from them. “This life was given to me only because I was of another race. All survivors bear the brunt of this privilege and need to testify. “My book describes the joy and