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I certainly had an obscure childhood
but intensely my own,
a childhood which wanted to be dashing
but had the features of a caricature.
Yes, a caricature. For example:
that absurd love for Sophie,…
Contributor:
César Tiempo
Places:
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
1933
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“If the majority of Jews in Berber territory speak Arabic as their native language and use Spanish when doing business, their main concern is that Hebrew be the…
Contributor:
Haïm Zafrani
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
1969
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The old man Moshe Sefardnick sits in the rear of the place on a camp stool. There is never any work for him to do and indeed he is too old for it, too bewildered. The old man has never been able to…
Contributor:
Norman Mailer
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1948
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Hester sat down quietly next to her mother, whose sewing went on and on, a mild substitute for conversation. For a while, Hester watched the long, important-looking shadows that encroached upon the…
Contributor:
Hortense Calisher
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1950
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There is a certain place where dumb-waiters boom, doors slam, dishes crash; every window is a mother’s mouth bidding the street shut up, go skate somewhere else, come home. My voice is the loudest. […
Contributor:
Grace Paley
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1959
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The year was 1933: one automobile picked us up to take us both from Jerusalem to Haifa over the road which passes through Nablus. The boat which brought us to Marseilles allowed us to discover for the…
Contributor:
André Chouraqui
Places:
Jerusalem, Israel
Date:
1969
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Evening of roses
Let us go out to the orchard
Myrrh, perfumes, and frankincense
A threshold at your foot.
Night falls slowly
And the rose-wind blows
Let me sing to you in a soft whisper
A song of…
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Moshe Dor
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1957
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That night, I was a clockwork doll
and I whirled around, this way and that,
and I fell on my face and shattered to bits
and they tried to fix me with all their skill.
Then I was a proper doll once…
Contributor:
Dahlia Ravikovitch
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1959
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“It was then the morning of the second day of the war in Jerusalem. The horizon paled in the east. We were at the climax of the battle on Ammunition Hill. We’d been fighting there for three hours. A…
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Yoram Taharlev
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1967
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Rue Sainte-Catherine, people turned as we passed. Probably because of my father’s purple suit, his Kentucky green shirt and the same old shoes with the astrakhan spats. I fondly…
Contributor:
Patrick Modiano
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
1968