Journey

In the spring of 2008, I made a “roots trip” to Eastern Europe. I wanted to see where my grandfather and great-grandfather were born (Bratslav, Ukraine), and to walk the streets of Kishinev (modern day Chisinau, Moldova), where my grandparents had their picture taken around the time of the famous 1903 pogrom. Clutching the photograph, as I followed my guide, I became the classic “Amerikanka” looking for her “babushka.”