In this context of anxiety, lethargy, and uncertainty, I’ve noted something as banal as it is revealing: I no longer see gloves in the streets.
It is possible that this night is in fact quite similar to some other nights.
Karski’s was the very first eyewitness account of Nazi atrocities given to the West.
The ballot didn’t fit, because my hands shook uncontrollably.
History takes place in language before it manifests itself in events.