Having lived in Europe for a couple years and spent time in Germany, Poland, Czechia, Slovakia, and Lithuania, I’ve had the opportunity to see Holocaust memorials in several different countries.
In honour of Holocaust Remembrance Day, here is a short memoir I wrote about a train ride home from work one day about four years ago in Toronto: “507 Wilson. 507 Wilson. Please call control,” an automated male voice said over the intercom as I descended the steps to the King Station platform. There wasContinue reading “If we were on the train to Auschwitz together”