In postwar Warsaw, my grandmother Zosia fastened the enamel of prisoners and spies. In doing so, she got here into contact with the hidden historical past of her occasions in a manner few others may. By Jacob Mikanowski
In postwar Warsaw, my grandmother Zosia fastened the enamel of prisoners and spies. In doing so, she got here into contact with the hidden historical past of her occasions in a manner few others may. By Jacob Mikanowski