“From Operating Room to Oxygen Shortage: How a Young Doctor Discovered the Rhythm of Survival on Everest”
I even felt a pinprick of recognition when the narrator acknowledges absorbing some of her “alive if not accessible,” Holocaust-surviving father’s “legacy of pain.” While I am not the child or even grandchild of survivors and have therefore been spared the intergenerational trauma about which Zieman writes, I do know what it’s like to feel the pain of my people in my bones. I felt it when I visited Auschwitz 18 years ago — like their choking was my choking — and I’ve felt it every day since last year’s deadliest post-Holocaust attack on Jews — like I’ve been mourning the loss of family members.
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