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Hirschka Varshavtchik's story, written by his son, Sidd Raichel is a personal narrative as well as a dramatic family history. It is also, as described by the son himself in his prologue, a quest that each of us has: I grew up confused, surrounded by unuttered family memories I couldn't comprehend. I was all alone in this dark, dark place, where even language itself had failed me. Bits of family stories--true or not, it did not matter--came in hushed breaths. My brother told me once that we got…
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Hirschka Varshavtchik's story, written by his son, Sidd Raichel is a personal narrative as well as a dramatic family history. It is also, as described by the son himself in his prologue, a quest that each of us has: I grew up confused, surrounded by unuttered family memories I couldn't comprehend. I was all alone in this dark, dark place, where even language itself had failed me. Bits of family stories--true or not, it did not matter--came in hushed breaths. My brother told me once that we got out name Reischer because our father killed a German soldier and took his identity papers. I clutched to each new phrase as a precious piece of the puzzle to answer the questions: "Where did I come from?" and "Who am I?"

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Hirschka Varshavtchik's story, written by his son, Sidd Raichel is a personal narrative as well as a dramatic family history. It is also, as described by the son himself in his prologue, a quest that each of us has: I grew up confused, surrounded by unuttered family memories I couldn't comprehend. I was all alone in this dark, dark place, where even language itself had failed me. Bits of family stories--true or not, it did not matter--came in hushed breaths. My brother told me once that we got out name Reischer because our father killed a German soldier and took his identity papers. I clutched to each new phrase as a precious piece of the puzzle to answer the questions: "Where did I come from?" and "Who am I?"

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