On the way to Linz, 2009

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Yarden Schlanger says:

November 18, 2020 at 10:47 am

The train bumps rhythmically over the tracks. The movement is fast yet time feels like its standing still.
I reach into my bag where I keep my grandmothers three journals. Passing my fingers over the words in all the different languages; German, Polish, and English. Her intelligence and beauty just a cover up for her true identity. Each section I slowly translate reveal more stories, more secrets, that only she and the journal share. I arrive at a poem about a child and her parents forced towards a packed train. I look up from the page, glance around, the girl in the journal once sat where I am now; reliving her journey, following in her footsteps. I live through her through the pages. My train rattles to a stop and calls out my station. I quickly shove her journals back into my bag and continue to take her along with me.

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