Post #4319458

@dabeaz@mastodon.social My aunts on my father’s side basically walked from about 150km NNE of Warsaw to Stuttgart, Germany, fleeing ahead of the Russians. Because I was/am a self-centered little shit (and saw them only every five years or so, plus we had no language in common), I never heard more than the barest outline of the story. I remember seeing the “Joy Luck Club” movie, which has a scene of a long line of fleeing refugees and suddenly realizing: “I’m only one generation removed from *that*.”