As a child, I learned that my grandfather was murdered in Buchenwald in 1942. In my family there was no family reunion, no golden anniversary, no invitation to a 80th birthday celebration. The family didn't get together and we've lost sight of our own story. But the Jewish grandfather left me unsettled. So I set out in search of the last Jew in my family. What I found was 10 cousins who, like me, are now between 40 and 50 years old. Together we reclaim the family's narratives and free ourselves from victim and perpetrator stereotypes.