Islands

Apparently, both the Polish town my grandmother’s grandparents lived in and the Russian city my grandfather’s parents lived in were, at some point in the last century, completely obliterated.  Nothing is left — no history, no names, no records.

Just memories.  And at this point, there’s no one who remembers them.

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