Of all my grandparents, I look most like my father's father. He was born in Warsaw and emigrated to Montreal in 1906. When I had the opportunity to visit Poland for a film festival, I not only wanted to see where my grandfather spent his childhood, but also where he almost surely would have died in a concentration camp as an adult. During my visit to Auschwitz, I was haunted by the photos of prisoners nailed to the walls of what was now a "museum"—their sunken eyes staring out at all the tourists—and I couldn't help thinking how lucky my grandfather was to have escaped such a savage fate. It is for all those who had no such fortune that moved me to make this little movie, HALF-DAY TRIP FROM KRAKOW.