In June of this year, I traveled to Berlin for the first time in my life. The reason for my visit was to be there for the installation of Stolpersteine outside of the last place my great grandparents and my grandfather lived in . Stolperstein are small metal plaques resembling cobblestones embedded in the sidewalk outside the former homes of those who were killed or displaced by the Shoah. My grandfather, who was a child at the time, fled Berlin…
