An Eye for an eye

"Preface

My mother's mother was from Cracow, thirty miles from Auschwitz, and I must assume that if she (and my grandparents) hadn't left in the 1890s and sailed to America, that I'd have been sent to Auschwitz in the early 1940s. I'd have been about twelve years old. Like other boys then, I'd gave been wearing a drab gray suit and a flat gray "golfer" cap, and I'd have stepped from the train with my mother, father, and freckle-cheeked sister, nine years old, and onto the concrete platform inside of the Auschwitz wires. As it happened, I didn't go to Auschwitz until four years ago, when I was almost sixty and it was safe to do so. I stood on the wide concrete platform, and I stared at the tracks where the train would have been, but I couldn't picture myself getting of it. I tried, but the "when, where and what" of Auschwitz were so remote from my own remembered world that I felt I was trying to see myself as I or my atoms were just before the Big Bang.

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