No Heroes: A Memoir of Coming Home

Arthur Thinks of Home

Home is a feeling, nothing more. Home is illusory, like love, then it disappears. Once you leave, you become a stranger. I lost my home and that’s forever. I wouldn’t go back to Poland. It breaks my heart. They don’t want me there. All my memories are shadows, lousy shadows. That country is forsaken. Home is where I hang my head.