The Boys Are Back in Town

My Father’s family is from Poland but they didn’t talk about it.  His parents got out in the 30’s and never looked back. Dad was born soon after in Toronto.

When a close family friend invited us to Wroclaw and Krakow it seemed like a great opportunity to get to know some of our heritage. We timed the trip to coincide with the annual Jewish Culture Festival anticipating Dad would love it. We couldn’t have been more wrong.

He holds a grudge against the Poles for what happened to the Jews. Not enough resistance then and too much opportunistic tourism now. We skipped Auschwitz and went the flea market instead. I bought my son a walking duck.

Market Square, Wroclow