“Two large red flags bearing the Soviet hammer and sickle snapped in the smoky air at the Zaromb train station. A large five-pointed star stood out on the locomotive. Yankel Dovid had been coming to the station daily now for weeks since the Soviet occupation…”
“It’s hot on the train. Even with the top windows tilted open along the length of the car, the air feels thick and wet, like she’s breathing through a warm towel…”