I'm in the small Polish town where my grandmother grew up in before her and her family had to flee the Nazis. We found where my great-grandpa had his jewelry store, and probably the house they lived in 
I always listened to my grandma's stories of when she lived in Poland, but it always seemed so far off/not real because it was before World War II, and she had to do crazy things to survive
But now my parents and I are here, and it's the first time in decades that anyone in the family has seen and understood what these buildings were, so now it feels real.
It sounds crazy because no one here knows our connection to these buildings - there isn't even a single Jewish person living here anymore - but I still feel connected to this small town
