On ne jouait pas à la pétanque dans le ghetto de Varsovie

Could absolute evil have been avoided? In this “stand-up d’art et d’essai, conférence et confidence, half-idiot, half-intello”, Éric Feldman explores with humor and gravity the traumas of the “hidden children” survivors of the Shoah: his own parents, uncles and aunts. The text plunges us into a whirlwind of thoughts, emotions, laughter and memories with a Yiddish accent. We meet Uncle Lucien and Auntie Sarah, the great writer Isaac Bashevis Singer, Eric’s cat Milosh, and think of the great figures of New York Jewish humor. An autofiction that transcends personal history, touches people’s hearts and celebrates, in these dark times, the fragility and miracle of being alive.