Yesterday, I posted a picture of mountains. The photograph is actually of an area near the Syrian/Israeli border. I went there this summer and looked out over these mountain ranges trying to imagine what it was like for my grandfather to narrowly escape death in Marash, where his mother and sisters were killed. Together with his father, they found their way from Turkey, traveling through Syria and Palestine to Alexandria, Egypt. They stayed in Alexandria until they could come to America. I have a copy of the record from Ellis Island, New York.