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This piece is based on a map of Warsaw in the post WWII reconstruction, and especially important to me for its connection to my past. In 1972 I went to Poland as part of my Junior year abroad. We went to Auschwitz: and it was there, standing next to a room piled high with discarded suitcases, that I learned about Shoah. It was a lovely autumn day, bright sun, and the low brick buildings of Auschwitz look like a school until you got inside and saw the rooms: one of suitcases, one of glasses, one of human hair.
I grew up in a totally white bread farming town in rural Ohio, and my right wing mother would probably be considered a Holocaust denier in current terms so I have an excuse for not knowing until then. It was a transformative experience, as was the next day's trip to Old Town Warsaw. The most remarkable achievement--despite all the unspeakable destruction, they managed to restore their city to the way it was--every building, every architectural ornament, every street. As inspiring as the previous day was depressing.
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