In a lonely corner of eastern Poland, not far from the River Bug, there is a stretch of countryside that looks entirely unremarkable. The villages are small and sleepy, the roads narrow and uneven, the fields flat and windswept. When I visited last November, a cold drizzle hung over the landscape, and smoke drifted lazily from chimneys into the darkening afternoon sky. There was little to suggest that this quiet agricultural region had once been…
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