I said that my family was originally from a tiny village called Antopol, a few hours from Minsk, in Belarus. “But no one’s heard of it,” I said. “You can’t even find it on a map
She set down the bowl she was washing and stared at me, as if really noticing me for the first time. Then she said, “I’m from Antopol.”
Rumpus contributor Molly Antopol has a long essay in the New Yorker about how she learned about her roots and family origins.
