“But why?” This became the epitome of my childhood and the main source of migraines for my parents...

I was born...in Bulgaria to immigrant parents...I was the oldest daughter, with a Turkish father who was a Muslim and a Jewish mother...

That all changed in the summer of 1941, when the Second World War hit our snowy streets. Slowly, food became a luxury...

Jewish families (like my own) lined the streets of my neighborhood, the next neighborhood, and so on. My parents, two older brothers...

With politics dividing this country, and “Nazi” being used on both sides of the divide, I often wonder how people can come back together...