I am Jewish, but I know nothing about Jewish culture. You have to understand that after the war, my grandmother Myriam joined the Communist Party, embracing the same revolutionary ideals her parents had when they lived in Russia. She believed that her children and grandchildren should be born into a new world, with no links to the old one. My grandmother, the sole survivor of her family by war’s end, never set foot in a synagogue again. For her, God had died in the death camps.
