In Husiatyn we found an abandoned synagogue in relatively good condition.  It still displayed some of the trappings from its most recent function as a museum.  The interior showed signs of  upkeep but was filled with trash.  I carefully ascended the narrow, steep, dark stairs that might have led at one time to the women’s gallery.  Now the stairs simply dead end.

After the synagogue we mounted an extensive search for the cemetery since we had an approximate street address.  Eventually we found a woman who, while complaining vociferously about our request for assistance, nevertheless showed us what apparently remains of the cemetery.  It consists of three stones under cover immediately adjacent to the back of an apartment house.  One can step out one’s back door and find three tombstones that might one time have rested where the TV now sits.