I went to Horodok on Friday to light candles by the graves of relatives, including my great grand-father Theodore Stec, who on his deathbed was still hoping to learn the fate of his son (my grandfather) and two grand daughters (including my mother) who had fled into the chaos of war-torn Europe to escape the Bolsheviks. “If he could have imagined that you’d be here,” my aunt said as I struggled with the matches.
Its a Nov 1st tradition apparently to light candles for the departed. The whole cemetery shimmered with candle light.
Also, a gigantic rabbit: