If we were on the train to Auschwitz together

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”