An Emotional Pilgrimage to the Site of My Grandparents' Suffering
An emotionally draining yet necessary travel experience
The warmth of the spring sunshine couldn't thaw the chill in my heart as I walked the grounds where my grandparents endured endless suffering decades ago. Auschwitz was never spoken of at home; the name reawakened terrible memories too dark for words. But I needed to see this place. I wanted to try to glimpse the hell they managed to survive, if only to…
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