To/From by Karolina Manko • Somewhere in a country I was born to but haven’t been to, there is a small white house that knows all the secrets I suspect to be mine. It has been built for hiding- my great-grandfather raised the floor so he could hide the neighbors from Germans. Generations later, the handmade fortress holds. Somewhere in the attic of this house are all of my childhood toys- abandoned, suddenly, the summer we moved to America. In my dreams, […]