• After the Nazis invaded Poland, in efforts to escape, my grandfather fled to the Ukraine in the middle of winter, under the cover of night.
  • Part of his journey necessitated that he swim across the winter waters of the Bug River. Once across, he bribed a fisherman with the last of his money to ferry refugees across the river.
  • His swim was his flight to freedom, and in this upside-down image of him doing the backstroke, I see a bird.