Hanna Mendel liked to know what was going to happen next. She was going to be a famous concert pianist. She was going to wear her yellow dress to the dance on Saturday night. But she didn't plan on her street being turned into a ghetto. She didn't plan on being rounded up and thrown in a cattle truck. She didn't plan on spedning her sixteenth birthday in Auschwitz, in a wooden barrack with two hundred other prisoners. Most of all, Hanna didn't plan on falling in love with the wrong boy.