Sweet Noise: Love in Wartime

Cracow

My hope was that our short visit to the city might soften the effect of too much reflection and ease the emotional pummeling my mother was taking. I innocently thought we might step into the flow of city life without having to fully acknowledge the persistent cloud of my mother’s past. But as we walked in the late afternoon light she seemed anxious, and it became evident that it was impossible not to feel the thrust of her history pushing at our backs.