a summer trip to visit Poland and the Ukraine in search of her family’s origin, her father’s birthplace, a concentration camp that had since been wiped off the map... When she toured Auschwitz with an entirely French-speaking group, at the end of the tour, she asked the guide, in French, “Why is no one crying? But me?”
The piece also alludes to "unspeakable" things happening in her childhood.
Some things are incredibly hard to put down. Sometimes a person's childhood casts a dark shadow over the rest of their life. Like a deep shadow in winter where the snow refuses to melt even though the sun has come out and the temperatures have risen, sometimes the cold and dark of childhood refuses to leave one, no matter how hard they try to resolve it and no matter how much time has passed.
The piece also alludes to "unspeakable" things happening in her childhood.
Some things are incredibly hard to put down. Sometimes a person's childhood casts a dark shadow over the rest of their life. Like a deep shadow in winter where the snow refuses to melt even though the sun has come out and the temperatures have risen, sometimes the cold and dark of childhood refuses to leave one, no matter how hard they try to resolve it and no matter how much time has passed.