“No matter how hard I look, a nagging sense of unease won’t disappear. Perhaps the only way to find the HEIMAT that I’ve lost is to look back; to move beyond the abstract shame and ask those questions that are really difficult to ask – about my own hometown, about my father’s and mother’s families. To make my way back to the towns where each of them is from. To return to my childhood, go back to the beginning, follow the breadcrumbs, and hope they’ll lead the way home.”