Helen Zelon

In Plock, Dvorokovska the Pole found work. Slowly, she was able to eat and pay rent and buy cigarettes again, instead of foraging in the gutters for ground-out, half-dead butts. In Plock, Cesia found a kind of steadiness. For months, she worked — as a doctor’s receptionist — and began to live, week to week and month to month. And in Plock, she also found love, or something like it, with a tenacious Jewish boy who wore down her resolve until she admitted her identity and began to breathe, once again, with Jewish lungs. …

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