Only in this way can we obtain the living space we need.
Love is unique.
Amongst blood, death and uncertainty, love finds a way into a person's heart. My grandmother, who I call babcia, was only 17 years old when WWII broke out. Before the devastation began, Sabina Janiak was a cheerful, beautiful blond, blue-eyed girl with a satisfying home life. Although her father died when she was only seven, her sister, mother, and brother succeeded in providing a gratifying life on the farm they had. Poznan, where my grandmother is from, is located on the eastern side of Poland, near the German border.