Going out on an expedition to Poland is accompanied by mixed and very strong emotions. The days preceding departure are packed with thoughts, anxieties, and expectations a combination difficult to describe. For those who do decide to go, and indeed board the plane, a rich and fascinating emotional experience is guaranteed.
Grandmother Shoshanas three daughters, Sari, Rocha and Drora, and I decided to go and boarded the plane. We were joined by cousins Hila and Ram. Shoshana Margulis Kohn sent us on this expedition in an unwritten legacy. Grandmother Shoshana, or Ruzka as she was called in childhood, was born and raised in the town of Zakroczym, 32 Km NW of Warsaw. She managed to escape before the outbreak of WWII and arrived in Palestine in 1934 at the age of 17. Her mother accompanied her to Constanta Port in Romania. They parted at the port in tears and her mother told her they would never see each other again. Shoshanas mother, father, two sisters and three brothers perished just a few years later. Shoshana and her mother never did see each other again. Together with her three daughters I am embarking to Shoshanas birthplace. This is not an ordinary expedition; it is an expedition into history, to discover what was, to discover what happened, an expedition into Grandmother Shoshanas stories from her childhood.
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