![]() In the remaining month, I wrote 280 pages. I returned to Prague, where I had planned to explain what had happened.īut what had happened? It took me a week to finish the first sentence. Because I didn't tell my grandmother about the trip - she would never have let me go - I didn't know what question to ask, or whom to ask, or the necessary names of people, places and things. I found nothing but nothing, and in that nothing - a landscape of completely realized absence - nothing was to be found. ![]() Armed with a photograph of the woman who I was told had saved my grandfather from the Nazis, I embarked on a journey to Trachimbrod, the shtetl of my family's origin. I intended to chronicle, in strictly non-fictional terms, a trip that I made to the Ukraine as a twenty-year-old. Author I did not intend to write EVERYTHING IS ILLUMINATED. ![]()
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