By Mary Jaksch
Do you know the landscape of your parents, or grandparents? If your family is still well rooted in the soil of your homeland, then you will know that landscape intimately. But if you come from a family where the roots have been cut, you may not have a felt sense of where you come from.
My family’s roots were severed. My father, Wenzel Jaksch – who, as a Social Democrat was part of the Resistance – fled Czechoslovakia just before the Nazis invaded and was never allowed to return. This affected not only my father, but also the next generation – my brother and myself – as well as our children.
We are all rootless.
Taken together, we have lived in over twenty different countries, and we each hold at least two passports.
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