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The book being presented to the reader represents a selection of a thousand autobiographies composed by Jewish children, survivors of the conflagration, tender children who lived for months and even…
Contributor:
Binyamin Tenenbaum
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Tel Aviv, Mandate Palestine (Tel Aviv, Israel)
Date:
1947
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Early in the morning the sun took a walk in the woods
with me and my father
my right hand in his left.
A knife flashed between the trees like lightning.
And I’m so scared of the fear in my eyes…
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Amir Gilboa
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1953
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She turns the pages, naked uncles
so naked and skinny, run and
even aunties with fannies showing
and others in pajamas as in a show
with yellow cloth stars sewed on.
And everybody so ugly and thin,
a…
Contributor:
Meir Wieseltier
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1968
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Dad and Nimrod had an agreed-upon whistle. When dad whistled that whistle, even from a distance, Nimrod would immediately leap up from his place and race toward him. Dad said that this was the whistle…
Contributor:
Yaacov Shavit
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1987
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I really like it when it rains in the morning, before school, because then, there’s this atmosphere of winter. Outside, it’s cloudy and pretty dark, and in the classroom and hallways you suddenly…
Contributor:
Gadi Taub
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1992
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The shaving of hair has a startling effect. The absence of hair transforms individual women into like bodies. Indistinguishable. Age melts away. Other personal differences melt away. Facial…
Contributor:
Livia Bitton-Jackson
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1997
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Simḥa Ben-Tsiyon
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1911
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. . . My mother sits on a low stool and her head is slumped forward on her breast and her eyes are red. Evening is nearly upon us; and the memorial candle is burning on the windowsill . . .
Papa has…
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Dvora Baron
Date:
1911
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“The birds, Regina! The birds! The birds!” he cried out. “You don’t hear? Our child…Issachar!…Issachar!…Regina!…That bird…Issachar…that bird…that bird.…”
When Luna entered the room with her bridegroom…
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Dan-Benaya Seri
Places:
Jerusalem, Israel
Date:
1987