50% Polish, 50% Russian
I thought.
It all changed in Rehovot.
I flipped through the book.
The dining table crowded with voices.
“Tracing our roots” He said
Turning the page.
The faces of those like me
gazed up from the page.
Aunts, uncles, cousins,
relatives I’ve never seen.
“We visited the shtetl they lived in, in Ukraine”
Ukraine?
“No, No. Our family is from Russia”
The village they lived in was Russian,
at the time it was Russia
Today Ukraine
So where am I from?
