Arrival We are all very quiet and solemn, each with his own thoughts. I look out the window of our van and the the sky is so blue, with many voluminous clouds. We pass miles of very flat green fields, so still, not a breeze. I take deep breaths and wonder how could it be that such lovely countryside was a place of such destruction. I imagine my ancestors walking the roads and through the fields, under the clouds of a blue sky.
My sons at the exit to Kobryn and Divin
Now we see the sign, Kobrin, Divin. I hold my breath. We ask the driver to stop. The sign is our first real link to the past.
Arriving at Divin
We continue and then there is another sign, Divin, founded in 1466. We stop to take a picture. We are here, beyond this sign we are entering Divin, and I don't know what to expect.
