The Starving Children of Utopia

 The refusal to see or remember the Holodomor  by Elana Gomel

 When I was a child, we lived near the central train station in Kyiv. I love trains, and the station, with its beautiful 19th-century industrial design, was my favorite. But my grandmother seemed to be ambivalent about it, even though we had to take a train to our dacha quite often. When I asked her about it, she said, “I remember the women.”