[my mother's] father told her that she must not die, that she had to survive. “The Nazis,” he said, “want to erase our family name from the land, and you’re the only one who can keep it alive. It is your mission to get through the war and make sure that our name survives. So that everyone who walks down the streets of Warsaw knows it”
And now, 72 years later, we’ll have a home on that spot. A pushy little home: In the picture it looks almost as if history hadn’t left room for it, but it still squeezed itself in, as if to say: A family once lived in this city.