Poland remains undzer heym, our home, no matter how bitter the memories, how filled with disappointment and betrayal. Amerike iz goles, America is exile, a foreign land in which I speak a foreign tongue. But I will never live in Poland. I do not want to, though I do not see an end to the mourning.
Irena Klepfisz (1990). “Dreams of an Insomniac: Jewish Feminist Essays, Speeches, and Diatribes”
