Then, drawn to the marker, she experienced it as something again new. The wrench and the rifle were merely prominent symbols in a multitude of glyphs.

New words popped into her eyes. On the rifle side was “Bielski Brigade” and “Belarus”. On the wrench side was “Auschwitz” and “Haganah.” She reached for her father’s well-padded hand.

Arrangements were made for a later meeting at Sheila’s new favorite deli and a subsequent caravan to the Memory Center. They then split in oblique angles towards their respective vehicles, each taking its own separate trajectory and momentum.