History is complicated, and important. One of my dearest friends was born in a refugee camp in Germany after the war: her family was one of the lucky ones that escaped Estonia as Soviet troops occupied the country after defeating Germany’s Nazi forces in the Baltics. Another dear friend and colleague who is a native son of St. Petersburg has shared with me stories of how his grandmother found food for her daughter – his mother – during the brutal Siege of Leningrad: everyone I know who is from that city has such stories of desperate survival, of grandparents starving so the children could live, of eating rats, horses, anything to survive. I remember the day I learned that one of my mom’s acquaintances was a Holocaust survivor: I saw the number tattooed on his arm and he told me how he would have perished in a death camp, but for liberation by Soviet forces. […]
Memo #:
366
Series:
1
PDF:
PDF URL:
http://www.gwu.edu/~ieresgwu/assets/docs/ponars/pm_0366.pdf
Author [Non-member]:
Celeste A. Wallander
