it was only when he moved to leech lake that if i felt he had a home. he was rejected in austria, rejected in american society, rejected ever he went to the reservation, he said he finally felt accepted by the people understood him as a refugee, as a holocaust survivor. so he set up shop, raised his first three children. he and his wife separated, kids grew up. he met my mother. she was working on the same health care on the reservation but there were coworkers and fell in love and had a troublesome children they have now, my older brother faisal, my younger brother and sister. >> here is the cover of the book. you talk about that life is not all bad on a reservation for an american indian. but then you include this picture. who is this? >> this is my cousin, jesse, my first cousin. he is my uncle's son. he's been in prison for a while for a number of charges. he will be getting out very soon. our lives may not be -- i may argue our lives are not tragic but they are hard for some of us. my cousin, jesse, we might be first cousins. we grew up very close