“Didn’t she tell you? Her mother wants her back in Lithuania. From what she’s told me, I doubt she actually wants to go back and live there”
“So… I know I’m Jewish. You know. Just like you. I can’t explain it, but it makes me happy to know that”
It is an old — a very old — photo album. Daina clutches the album gingerly, afraid to disturb the cracked, crackly sheets of plastic
Vasara clenches her fists and punches the stuffy air. Mission accomplished. Sort of. At least the first part has gone according to plan
Vasara hopes the guard has followed through on his promise to leave the archive building unlocked for the night
Daina thinks she can recognize some of the faces from her welcoming party not that long ago. And Tzippy, of course, is a regular visitor here, being married to Leah’s son. As for the rest — at some point, they all blend into one amorphous mass and the noise is beginning to wear her down
