Last summer I visited Lorrach, Germany, a southern Black Forest city from which my father, his parents, and brother fled in order to escape the Nazis in 1938. I spent several hours in the City Hall one day with a helpful archivist who located documents for me, including an order that my grandfather’s medical practice be boycotted because he was Jewish. The archivist shook her head sadly as she showed me a set of haunting photographs from...
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