WHEN HISTORY REPEATS

A story that traces the ripple effects of war and immigration on a child in Europe in 1938, and then on another child in the United States, only 81 years later

- SAMREEN TUNGEKAR

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Rachel Adler dropped a pill into her mouth and swallowed it without water as she waited for her change at the bakery. She was dressed fashionably in beige and burgundy tones, with a jacket that cinched at the waist, hat perched on one side of her head, silk stockings, and high heels. She was not yet thirty and very pretty, but her grave expression made her look mature beyond her years. She tried to hide her trembling hands in her sleeves and respond lightly to the baker's comments about the attack in Paris.

"What was that boy thinking, killing a diplomat? Stupid Pole!" the man exclaimed.