
Today for the first time I contemplated the huge piles of sand and macadam next to my house (my street is being reaped up and repaved) and the only association that came to my mind (thank you Sigmund) was of mass graves in the Warsaw ghetto.
My grandfather Nachum died of typhus in the winter of 1942 and was buried in a mass grave in the ghetto of Warsaw. I was named after him.
Nathalie
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