The Black Notebook

I   Medieval cobblestones—Soviet era steps. Mid-autumn, a depot in Kraków, where a squat Thick-knuckled nose-guard of a man gets   In my face, saying: “Auschwitz? Auschwitz?” Then—boom!—I’m in his yellow cab, idling. “Student? Student? For you, round trip: 160!”   But I know one-way by bus is only ten⁠— The price of dinner at […]