(Jewish Group) Jewish history is repeating itself in Ukraine. This time, we must fight Putin back
In 1911, my grandpa Jake was born in the small Hungarian village of Torun in the Carpathian Mountains. While he was still a child, the village became a part of Czechoslovakia, and after World War II, it fell within the borders of Ukraine.
My grandpa was just a little boy when World War I broke out. His father was drafted into the Austro-Hungarian army. My grandpa and his mom fled to her parents home in Synevyr. Grandpa Jake later told my aunt that he remembered seeing Russian soldiers lead men out of Synevyr with ropes around their necks, never to be heard from again.
Thankfully for me, my grandpa and other family members were able to immigrate to the United States in 1920. In 1939, my grandfathers brother Leon traveled back to Europe to visit family that had been left behind.
Uncle Leon wrote that when he got off the bus in Torun, he immediately recognized that everyone was my mishpacha because this one was wearing one of my old sweaters and that one was wearing my old trousers, and another had one of my hats.
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