New Holocaust documentary
highlights the experiences of those
in lesser-known transports.
Special To The Jewish Week
Lukas Pribyl was looking for his grandfather. He knew the old man had been deported from Czechoslovakia in October 1939. He knew his grandfather had been taken to a camp whose name was all but forgotten, not one of the infamous extermination camps of Poland or the concentration camps for political prisoners like Dachau or Mauthausen. Just a small way station in the hell that was Nazi-occupied Eastern Europe, a siding to oblivion where his grandfather died.
I’ve been meaning to have my DNA tested in hope of locating
the genetic mutation that impairs my vision. The mutation makes me legally blind, leaving me unable to drive and using one
of those white canes in crowds and at night.