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An old Jew asked me near the Jaffa Gate:
“Is the Saxon Garden still there? The same as ever?
Is there a fountain? At the entrance from Czysta Street
In the old days confectioners had a shop there…
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Antoni Slonimski
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Warsaw, Second Polish Republic
(Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1922
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Three weeks before Sammy’s thirteenth birthday Papa came in too upset to eat.
“Tonight when I come out of schule the rabbi wants to talk to me. ‘Max, my heart is like lead to tell you this,’ he says,…
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Budd Schulberg
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1941
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The Jews held cattle dealers in contempt. They considered them illiterate louts in no way different from peasants. My grandfather never let a cattle dealer into his house. Into the barn yes, but never…
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Henryk Grynberg
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Los Angeles, United States of America
Date:
1970
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Ay, a lifetime buzzed away . . . what is it, all in all? A dream, a short Friday in winter. . . .
Most people start to philosophize after a savory pot roast and a shot of liquor. Reb Nakhmen the…
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Yekhiel Shraybman
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1973
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Had I fastened
The cradle on a rafter,
And rocked it—and rocked it.
My little son, my Yankl.
But the house has vanished
Into a fiery dome,
How then can I rock
My little son, my own?
Had I…
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Shike Driz
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1953
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here in this carload
i am eve
with abel my son
if you see my other son
cain son of man
tell him that i
Translated by Stephen Mitchell.
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Dan Pagis
Places:
Jerusalem, Israel
Date:
1970
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Merv:Sara, can I have my shirt? I’ve got a lunch date with the rabbi of Dublin.
Sara:Mervyn, you came all the way to Queen Anne’s Gate. Please sit a minute.
Tess:Sit down, Merv. I’ll get your shirt. W…
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Wendy Wasserstein
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1993
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Few children know the stories of their parents. During my childhood, I knew only that mine were an impossible match—which did not prevent my mother from spending day and night at my father’s bedside…
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Susan Rubin Suleiman
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Boston, United States of America
Date:
1996
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I remember the moment when it dawned on me that my father did not impress the world at large as a powerful figure. We were at a camera store on the Plaza—a faux-Andalusian shopping district that…
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Calvin Trillin
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1993
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The day he was gone her suitor arrived. I don’t know what else to call him. He advertised himself as my uncle, but he didn’t have our famous cheekbones and Tatar eyes. He couldn’t have belonged to…
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Jerome Charyn
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1997