I live my grandmother’s dream every day. I live it with pride, with honor, and with gratitude.
My grandmother, Anna, was Estonian. Her parents were transplanted from their native Estonia to Crimea. At the age of two, my grandmother lost her mother, then her father died just seven years later, and she was left to be raised by her much older brother.
Then the war started. At fifteen years old, my grandmother was taken from the streets by the Germans and put in a concentration camp in Buchenwald, Germany. She had to work in a quarry. It was brutally difficult and painful …