About this episode
I was eight years old in Basel, Switzerland the day I learned about the way places have layers. It was a chilly, autumn shabbos , and my father and I were on a walk by the river. My father pointed out different sights as we walked: there is the house where his elementary school friend lived. There is the gate they walked through to get to school, there is the shop run by the woman rumored to be a witch. And there, he said, pointing to a small, shady area, is the place where they burned the Jews in the 14th century.