Eva Hoffman's memoir, Lost in Translation, is a chronology of events from her life in Krakow, Poland – Paradise – to her immigration to Vancouver, Canada – Exile – and to his college and literary life – The New World. Eva divides her journey into these three sections and provides her personal observations on her assimilation into a new world. The story is based on memory: Eva Hoffman gives us her first-hand perspective through flashbacks with an introspective analysis of her life "lost in translation". It is his memory that permeates his writing and above all his experiences. As a reader we are presented with many examples of Eva's memory as it appears through her interactions. All these interactions evoke memory, ultimately through the search for a reality equal to that of his life in Poland. The comparison of Eve's exile can never live up to her Paradise and therefore the memories of her past can never be replaced but only integrated. Eva begins the memoir in the midst of the action on the ship to Canada. We become immediately aware of the situation and before we are presented with memories of the house she is leaving, she establishes the idea of ​​memory. After listening to the Polish anthem after the departure, Eva comments: “I am suffering my first, severe attack of nostalgia or tesknota – a word that adds tones of sadness and longing to nostalgia” (4). The sound of the Polish anthem immediately reminds her that she is leaving her whole life behind. "I am filled to the brim with what I am about to lose: images of Krakow, which I love as one loves a person, of the sunny villages where we spent summer holidays, of the hours I spent pondering musical passages with my teacher of piano, of conversations and escapades with friends” (4). All these memories that Eva holds close to her heart become the foundation of her life and her future experiences. Eva later comments: “How absurd our childhood attachments are , how small and meaningless. Because that one, particular willow aroused in me a sense of beauty almost too acute for pleasure, because I wanted to throw myself onto the grassy hill with a wave of joy that seemed overwhelming, oceanic, absolute.??