I think of the children who will never know, intuitively, that a flower is a plant’s way of making love, or what silence sounds like, or that trees breathe out what we breathe in.
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Dana Kletter trained as a classical pianist, then got kicked out of music school and joined a punk-rock band. A few years later she formed a group with her twin sister that performed “folk music from a country that doesn’t exist.” She now lives in San Francisco, where she still plays music, but her writing comes first.
In the house where I grew up, the war never ended. All of us were infected with hatred. This was their real legacy. If my mother and grandmother had been pearl divers, I would be able to hold my breath for a very long time. But they were Holocaust survivors, so instead I have an infinite capacity for hatred.