Wels, Austria

I finally made it back to my birthplace in Austria,1947. Aside from various comments my parents would let slip, the letters my mother wrote my father after I showed up are the only tangible proof I have. They tell a common tale of those left behind, after such monumental suffering. Elie Weisel made the observation that the opposite of love is not hatred, it is indifference. That is the thin ice we travel on, with such history. Thanks to all the friends who knew I wasn't going on vacation