By Andrea Simon
Haunted via her grandmother's previous international tales and bigger-than-life character, Andrea Simon undertook a non secular look for her misplaced kinfolk. Her sojourn, a quest for fact, gave her tragic solutions.
On a gaggle travel of ancestral Jewish place of origin websites that were overwhelmed within the Holocaust, she makes a riveting detour to her grandmother's village of Volchin, in what's now Belarus, the place the final recognized kin had lived. There, she the path of the loss of life march taken through the village Jews to where in their slaughter via Nazis and Nazi collaborators within the fall of 1942. throughout the related interval, in Brona Gora, a wooded area among Brest and Minsk, a few 50,000 Jews have been shot. Simon used to be in a single of the 1st American teams to go to this little-publicized web site.
Bashert, the Yiddish note for destiny, guided her throughout the hard quest. With newly translated archival documents, she peeled again layers of clues to confront the secret. This tale of her momentous odyssey unearths the poor destiny of her family members.
Mass shootings of Jews, relatively within the Soviet Union, haven't been addressed with an identical concentration given to concentration-camp atrocities. but Simon's learn finds that Nazis killed approximately fifty percentage in their Jewish sufferers through capacity except gassing. within the historiography of the period, relatively scant reference is made to the executions at Brona Gora. hence Simon fills an important hole in Holocaust heritage by way of delivering the main huge document but given at the executions at Brona Gora and Volchin.
As she interweaves tragic narrative with evocative relatives anecdotes, Simon writes a narrative of lifestyles in czarist Russia and, inside of this body, of her family's flight from pogroms and persecution. From a distinct vantage Simon's memoir discloses her dogged genealogical seek, the newly perceived Jewish heritage she exposed, and the ramifications of the Holocaust within the postwar new release.
Andrea Simon is a contract author and photographer in long island urban. She has been released in Mondo Greco, Sanibel Captiva Review, The Acorn, Fine Print, Arizona Jewish Post, and anthologies.
Visit the author's web site, http://www.andreasimon.net
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We enter a small dining area, where an elderly Jewish couple sit, the man, handsome though he is 97 years old, dressed in his best gray sports jacket, leaning on the table from his wheelchair. The woman is spry and unembarrassed by her misshapen face, one side of which is swollen, as if encasing a large tumor. They are delighted to see us and thrilled with the gifts we brought from America.
The house is larger than I thought it would be. Rosebushes and some sort of orange flowers border the left side. I move closer to identify them. “Forget it,” Shmuel calls through Dov. “No, this is not the original house. ” He guides me to the other side, facing a well and a water pump. Then I see, perpendicular to the front of number 55, another house, smaller and more primitive. It’s also white brick, with the same corrugated metal roof. A double row of cinder blocks tops a green barn door. On the side, there’s a closed, shuttered window and a blue-paned one.
I wish I knew more about nature. Nothing like what I had imagined. Nothing like a shtetl, nothing like an impoverished, ransacked town. It looks like any pretty, small village, anywhere. We stop at a house in the beginning of the village. It belongs to the district police officer. We will rest here awhile, hoping to wait out the rain. As we get out of the car, Dov tells me, pointing down the road, “The main street is about two and a half kilometers south to north. The north is toward Visoke, the south toward Brest.