Come as You Are
PLASZOW LOOKED LIKE a park. Rather than being dominated by haunting buildings, the landscape was stippled with life; with cyclists, with people walking their dogs, and with couples rendezvousing. So denuded was that camp of the earmarks of its former horrors that its “h*******t artifacts” consisted of little more than the wind whispering memories to the trees.
Yitzika began to cry. Her life had already contained too much erasure. She had broken up with Shmuel, an exchange student, just before reserving her seat on the Poland trip. Shmuel had thought little of cheating on her, the girlfriend that he had associated with temporary things, including his semester at her foreign university. His former pledge to marry Yitzika had been nothing more than an opportunistic fabricati
