I've read everything Lev Raphael has written over the years. I am Jewish, but my family has been in the US for three, four, and five generations, on both sides. Other than hearing from my mother, a teenager in Chicago during the late 30's/early 40's, about her family's attempts to help relatives flee Germany and Czechoslovakia, we were largely untouched by Hitler's Holocaust. However, I am a voracious reader of Holocaust literature,both fiction and non-fiction.
Raphael grew up with two survivors as parents. Nearly everything in daily life was touched on by his parents' experiences. And, as with most survivors' families, they firmly boycotted anything produced in Germany. Lev did not meet a German til he was in college. He had no interest in ever visiting Germany, and in fact didn't do so til he was invited to give a speech there about ten years ago.
But wanting to investigate his mother's experience as a slave laborer during the war, he hesitantly visited Germany a few times, and eventually found his mother's story. He also found friends in Germany among the "new generation" of Germans, born largely after the war and brought up with full knowledge, and acknowledgment, of their parents' and grandparents' misdeeds.
He began to feel at ease during his trips to Germany, often doing speaking engagements when his books were published in German.
Raphael writes a great story of how his old taboos were recognised, acknowledged, and then discarded. I don't think he would have been able to "discard", without an exhaustive "recognition" and "acknowledgment" of both his feelings and the facts of post-war Germany.