Count Potofsky’s elegant estate, now a sanitarium, was the site of the Pechora camp called the “Death Loop.” Pechora, only eleven miles  from Bratslav, would surely have been my family’s destination, had they not left when they did, at the turn of the twentieth century.

There was no way to integrate the images of the camp with the narrative about my family’s departure from Bratslav. And the landscape that has seemed so bucolic and timeless, suddenly felt marked by the subsequent layers of history.

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