““Revisionist history can be a tricky thing. Time passes, memories fade, oral history muddies, and transgressions, while sometimes subconsciously, are conveniently rewritten. It would be so very easy to now say that I was an eager and attentive audience, the dutiful granddaughter lapping up every last detail of her grandmother's life and stories. It would be so very simple to say that I sat with her and talked for hours, asking if she was lonely when Papou left for America, afraid when the Nazis ransacked her home or hesitated before opening the door to welcome her Jewish friends inside. But that isn't the case. Not even close.””