 Ihor introduced us to the mayor of Rohatyn, and his secretary and department head |
 out in the Babince area at a gravestone site previously scouted by Mr. Vorobets and Ihor |
 reading the face of a stone |
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 most are in poor condition |
 after viewing these... |
 ...Mr. Vorobets spoke with a man on the road and learned he had found a stone in his garden |
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 in town, behind the state administration building |
 these stones had been moved here by the city after discovery during some road work |
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 Mr. Vorobets talks to residents in areas where stones were used as sidewalk paving by Nazis during the war |
 several residents had suggestions where to look |
 another resident offering to help with access to his land |
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 more encounters as we walk the area by the river |
 a relative of this woman helped Sabina Wind Fuks hide during the war... |
 ...and they stayed in touch after the war |
 she also knew where there were some stones taken from the cemeteries |
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 Alex cleaning a stone so he can read it |
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 Ihor helping with translations, as always |
 some stones are face down; inscriptions are revealed when they are dug out |
 Mr. Vorobets helping Alex with the cleaning |
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 yet another neighbor knows about another stone hidden in the brush by the river |
 a man offers to clear the area for us |
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 we wonder how many there are |
 we have little common language, but it works |
 ending the day at the new cemetery; Mr. Vorobets has helped to move stones over the years (he & Ihor moved some last month) |
 next morning, on the road to the train station |
 Rohatyn's station is on the south line out of Lviv |
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 on Valova street off the rynok |
 a large synagogue used to stand at the left here... |
 ...and another in the building at the left here |
 possibly a third where this garden is today |
 Marla's family lived in two houses on this street, for at least a century before WWI |
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 another view of the former synagogue building |
 a resident shares his memories of the area |
 we're struggling with the language... |
 ...but the residents are patient with us... |
 ...a few words in several languages, and a lot of gesturing |
 southwest of the rynok, another friend joins us |
 maps and camera! |
 near the electrical utility yard, in the neighborhood where part of Alex's family once lived |
 heading toward the old cemetery, along disused train tracks |
 documenting the stones; some have been recorded before, some not |
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 this stone is from a group member's ancestor |
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 clearing brush and checking the record |
 we'll be back in a few days... |