It wasn’t supposed to happen like this—the panic, the flight, the last glimpses of our ancestral lands. Nor the trek through the woods at night with a few belongings, watching for enemy soldiers and other possibly unfriendly eyes, hiding, then walking again, walking, hiding, walking again, carrying the children, supporting the aged parents, our men …

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I come from people who made paper stars for Christmas. They made them in their native Poland, and when their pilgrimage took them to Canada’s West Coast where I was born, they were still making them. And here my parents taught my siblings and me to make them. The many hours we spent together peacefully …

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