An act of restitution

Eighty-five years after my grandparents fled, I received a Polish passport.

Dear friends,

I went to Poland for the first time in 1994. During the optimistic period after the Oslo Accords, I was part of a cohort of college journalists selected to visit Israel and the West Bank and meet with leading Israeli and Palestinian figures. (It was a different time.) The trip began with a few days spent visiting Auschwitz and the former Wa…