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.”
Dante had the penultimate circle of hell set aside for types of liars--and with more _types_ than in any other circle of sinner.
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