My mother told me the code for the entrance gate. I reached out my car window and punched it in, but it didn’t work. Luckily, just at that moment a car exited the gated community. I put my foot on the gas and scooted in before the barrier bar closed. My mother and I wereContinue reading “Visiting My Grandparents”
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Training Ground of Hate
On a cold gray day in October I stood alone on Nuremberg’s Zeppelin Field and looked up at the high podium where Adolf Hitler spat his words of hate. A short distance away our tour guide told us how Albert Speer designed this area to be built with white stone so it would gleam inContinue reading “Training Ground of Hate”
K Heidi Fishman (Popje and Me) 