Even if your parents didn’t like who you dated, they didn’t send him to Siberia. And while they may haunt you in various ways after their deaths, that haunting can never weigh on you as much as Stalin’s overhanging ghost. Do read this sad obituary of someone who, because of her father, could never find a place in life:
“Wherever I go,” she said, “here, or Switzerland, or India, or wherever. Australia. Some island. I will always be a political prisoner of my father’s name.”
Yes, the sins of the fathers are indeed visited upon the children, often in very peculiar ways.
