I’m reposting an essay I wrote over a year ago that is close to my heart, yet few of you have read it because it was behind a paywall. It’s about the time I traveled to Poland, my reluctance to go, and my complicated feelings after returning. Some readers strongly disagreed with my sentiments, including Professor Christopher Kowalski, who shared his thoughts in a separate essay.
This is a sensitive topic for me because of my uncle Shlomo, his personal story, and the tremendous impact he had on my life. He passed away a few years ago, but I remain grateful for all that he taught me over the years. I miss him dearly.
