Harbor from the Holocaust

(gentle music) In some respects, even more meaningful for me was the fact that our daughter Heather, chose to take it up. To research what we didn't know, to find out more about Shanghai, about my parents transition and escape from Vienna and ultimately her entry into the United States. And was so motivated by her grandmother's story, that she came to write a one act musical piece to describe that experience and tell that story. I also have no words to tell you what it is like as a father to watch your daughter play your teenage mother and channel her. (laughing) (gentle music) And it was hard to imagine ha, tears. What it could've been like for her at 18 year old, with $2.50 in her pocket trying to make it. But when I thought of her time in Shanghai, I imagined there was no place where she could just be herself, no space. Out here, out here on these streets All eyes are waiting Our mouths are hungry Yet, you're here, here on these dirty streets I long for home again And I pray when will that be again I, I, I (foreign singing) Who will survive just one more day (Foreign singing) Give me the strength Let me lose myself in your love I hear this cafe That knows this isn't really never And if I pray Give me some hope For one more day (clapping)