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There once arrived at our house a person completely unknown to us, an unmarried lady of about forty, in a little red hat and with a sharp chin and angry dark eyes. On the strength…
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Osip Mandelstam
Date:
1925
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The end of summer is approaching and we can feel it. The days are still hot, but in the evening, there is a strange smell, the smell of leaves decaying and smoke, the smell of autumn…
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Gonda Redlich
Places:
Theresienstadt, Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia
(Theresienstadt concentration camp and ghetto, Czech Republic)
Date:
1944
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The new Rabbi pleased everybody, because he was beyond all doubt a righteous man. I was then a boy of twelve. My father received two letters from Rabbi Yukel on the subject of a good match for me in…
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Ber of Bolechów
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Bolechow, Habsburg Empire
(Bolekhiv, Ukraine)
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ca. 1790–1800
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On the eve of the New Year I found myself with a new career before me. What kind of career? “I don’t know”—the American’s customary reply to every difficult question. . . . I was in New York, trying…
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Abraham Kohn
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New York City, United States of America
Date:
1842
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When first touched by memory, I found myself already in the midst of [ . . . ] ominous twilights which came intermittently, in series, and have stayed with me as the keenest memory of childhood.
Our…
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Judd L. Teller
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1949
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I was the fourth [child] born and the first son, a tender darling to my father and my mother (cf. Prov. 4:3) after my mother had given birth to three daughters. My parents were worriers and trembled…
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Jacob Emden
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ca. 1762–1770
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You won’t find the restaurant in the guidebooks, which is a pity. The owner—he was tall and wearing a sport jacket—greeted us at the door. Our table was waiting in the corner.
“And the food is quite…
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James Salter
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
2005
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Very early in the morning we went to pick up fresh bread at Doña Blanquita’s. However, before arriving at her house that resembled the generosity of her hands and clay ovens, we had to cross a…
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Marjorie Agosín
Places:
Santiago, Chile
(Wellesley, United States of America)
Date:
1995
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Even after the mourning period was over, when the flat was finally empty and my father and I locked the door and were alone together, we hardly talked to one another. Except about the most essential…
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Amos Oz
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Arad, Israel
Date:
2002
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If I had to pick one defining moment in my Iranian life, it would be 5:00 a.m. one Friday in the fall of 1968. I was fifteen. Normally I woke to the sounds of a peddler selling green almonds and fava…
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Farideh Goldin
Places:
Norfolk, United States of America
Date:
2003