Coming Home to the Holocaust

Posted on October 1, 2020

In the town hall of Fischach, a village in southern Germany, I am staring at a glass display case holding the detritus of the Jews who once lived here. It is July 2019, eight decades after my mother fled this place as a child. And right in front of me, neatly labeled, are the remains of my family: one of my Great Aunt Mina’s books on home economics and a section of curtain from the house on the village square. The house from the old photograph. The house my mother once called home.

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