Last Friday my Czech culture class greeted Mrs. Vidláková, a Jewish woman who came to tell us about her childhood in the Terezín ghetto and concentration camp. In 1942, her family was moved to Terezín in northern Czechoslovakia. This post is somewhat grim, but hang with me. Mrs. Vidláková found her silver lining, so maybe we all should, too.
Today we went on a tour of the Jewish Ghetto of Prague. Learning about the way this sect of Czechs lived their lives was a valuable insight to the Jewish culture and their importance within Czech culture.
I thought I had seen it all, growing up in a state with an arterial tract of ghost towns. But one thing my repertoire was missing was a shoe empire.