I found this memoir to be quite lacking and very shallow. It's basically just a summary of the author's life, without the specific detailed incidents that make memoirs memorable. It's short, only 150 pages, and of those only about 100 are about Birger's life during the Holocaust. The final section, where the author talks about his career in Israel, was a mistake -- who cares about that?
In the introduction, Birger says there is a lot he still can't bring himself to write about because it's just too painful. (In a telling detail, he said his war experiences so traumatized him that immediately after the war, virtually overnight, he completely forgot how to speak Lithuanian.) I think perhaps that although he wanted his story known, he just wasn't ready to do it justice.