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Aron maintained confident hope in one child. To this day, it remains uncertain whether or not this hope was fulfilled, but you can’t talk to him about it.
The transport that led from the Bohemian…
Contributor:
Jurek Becker
Places:
East Berlin, East Germany (Berlin, Germany)
Date:
1976
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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
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He never mentions it by name. It might have been Trebibor or Majdawitz, Soblinka or Birkenhausen. He talks about “the camp,” as if there had been just one.
“After the war,” he says, “I saw a film…
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Carl Friedman
Places:
Amsterdam, Netherlands
Date:
1991
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Every night I kneel down by the window and look at a bright star that just might be my guardian angel. Then I recite “Our Father” to God and say a “Hail Mary” for the Virgin. I hope that…
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Rosa Nissán
Places:
Mexico City, Mexico
Date:
1992
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All of a sudden the wicket opened and a lot of people entered all at once in a jostling mass, and Daddy was there too, clutching the milk pan in one hand and the iron bar in the other. They had…
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S. Yizhar
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1992
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If it forms the one landscape that we, the inconstant ones,
Are constantly homesick for, this is chiefly
Because it dissolves in water.
—Auden, “In Praise of Limestone”
If beauty and truth were to…
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Avner Treinin
Places:
Jerusalem, Israel
Date:
1999
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Every day at siesta time, when under the scorching heat of the sun the little town of Kenadza was breathing its last, Madame Karsenty would settle down on the sofa in the living room where her son…
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Marlène Amar
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
2005
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I wipe the dust off my books
with a small t-shirt, an old t-shirt
which was once my son’s. We have
more dust this summer than last,
and its composition is different…
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Aryeh Sivan
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1989
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Stones are stones.
Why did you say stones?
Why did you throw stones?
Why are you standing here, child?
What’s got into you to throw stones at soldiers?
Why aren’t you afraid?
Why aren’t you worried…
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Dahlia Ravikovitch
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1992
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My father lived to be ninety-eight, and until the end of his life he never failed to introduce my sister and me with a grand gesture as his “two disappointments.” We were, very simply put, an…
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Ruth Gay
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1996