I remember very well the moment I started to discover the history of Polish Jews. At the time, I was a teenager accompanying a Jewish youth group from Toronto participating in the ‘March of the Living’. We went to Treblinka together. The local guide asked us to name victims of Holocaust we knew. I could only recall Anne Frank and David Rubinowicz. I knew them thanks to my parents who had suggested that I read their memoirs. Looking at the stones commemorating Treblinka victims, I realized how anonymous the story of millions of people is to me and how much I do not want it to be this way. Later on, for my MA thesis in sociology I chose to study Holocaust remembrance in Grójec – a former shtetl town near Warsaw. Although Jews accounted for half of the local population before World War II , there was no memorial for Shoah victims.