I, the Polish Jew
I have the good luck to be a Polish Jew.
If I were a Greek Jew, a Dutch Jew, a Turkish Jew, or some other kind of Jew, I would be miserable. Who would pay any attention to me and who would be interested in me? Nobody.
But as a Polish Jew I feel quite otherwise. I know that I’m not alone. The whole world is with me. Never mind the whole world—the Je…
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1945–1973
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