My Jewish Awakening Behind the Iron Curtain

It took leaving New York to realize I was a minority and discover and treasure my heritage.

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“Mom, can you get me a visa, too? I would love to go to Russia with you and Dad.” The connection was filled with static. “Mom, can you hear me?”

I heard a tinny sound but couldn’t make out what mother was saying. The phone went dead.