WHO AM I?
When I was young, I vaguely understood that my mother’s parents came from Romania, but it meant nothing to me. In those days nobody asked questions and I never even knew my grandmother, as she died at a comparatively young age. My grandfather remarried, and we had very little to do with them. It was only when there was nobody of my generation left to ask that I began to feel the urge to find out something about my ancestry I therefore decided to spend the Passover holidays in Romania, with the faint possibility that I could discover some family background. I enjoyed the holiday, as Romania is a beautiful country, but I still can’t go back more than two generations into my family history. Which is more than countless other Jews Today is Holocaust Day. As a result of the Holocaust, the question of identity became a very painful issue for hundreds of Jews. Lea...