"Housekeeper or housewife?" the soldier asks Silvana as she and eight-year-old Aurek board the ship that will take them from Poland to England at the end of World War II. There her husband, Janusz, is already waiting for them at the little house at 22 Britannia Road. But the war has changed... read more
“For a place so full of complications, it appeared serene, and she wondered if all houses were capable of presenting such a good facade, looking so foursquare and right while their insides were full of banging doors and raised voices.”Silvana Dobrowski
This is how it happens, he thinks. Memories shrink. Like a soap bar used over and over, they become deformed, weaker scented, too slight and slippery to hold.Highlighted by 40 Kindle customers
They are united in this at least: the overwhelming desire to find the dead in the living.Highlighted by 35 Kindle customers
They will travel on, into the arms of men and women and children who have arrived at the end of the war with nothing but the curious realization that they have survived something and a dull sense that they might not survive the beginning of something else.Highlighted by 26 Kindle customers
“Aurek’s not my son,” she breathes. “My son is dead. I left him and he died.”Highlighted by 22 Kindle customers
“Maybe it doesn’t matter,” she says when he falters and loses his place in his own narrative. “The past—maybe we make too much of it. What we need is what’s right here.”Highlighted by 22 Kindle customers
“Loneliness is a disease anybody can catch. When your grandfather died in the war against the Bolsheviks, your grandmother caught the disease. She died of it when I was just a boy.”Highlighted by 21 Kindle customers
He clasped his head in his hands, aware of the fragility of flesh and blood, the easy way people were killed and blown apart by guns and bombs and terribly afraid that he, on the other hand, was condemned to live through it all.Highlighted by 21 Kindle customers
And how was it that love and loss were so close together? Because no matter how she loved the boy—and she did, furiously, as if her own life depended on him—loss was always there, following at her heels.Highlighted by 18 Kindle customers
All the dark hearts of the lost, the found, and the never forgotten lived in his child’s body, in his quick eyes. She loved him with the same unforgiving force that pushes forests from the deep ground, but still she feared it was not enough to keep him.Highlighted by 18 Kindle customers
“You can be lonely in the biggest crowd,”Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
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