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The smell of fishink tships followed us down the stairs. Although we were all thinking about food, no one mentioned it but Brokheh. Did she let loose with a mouthful! She hoped to God, she said, that…
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Sholem Aleichem
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1916
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On a day transparent with light
like a landscape by Monet,
my childhood broke away
from a small Jewish town
and glided on ice
blue in the distance—
while a small cloud hovered in me
like a cloud of a…
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Gabriel Preil
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1965
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I was born, I have lived, and I have been made over. Is it not time to write my life’s story? I am just as much out of the way as if I were dead, for I am absolutely other than the person whose story…
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Mary Antin
Places:
New York, United States of America
Boston, United States
Date:
1912
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Now whatever else may be involved in a nondeliberate change of accent, one thing is clear: it bespeaks a very high degree of detachment from the ethos of one’s immediate surroundings. It is…
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Norman Podhoretz
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1967
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It is April 1959, I’m standing at the railing of the Batory’s upper deck, and I feel that my life is ending. I’m looking out at the crowd that has gathered on the shore to see the ship’s departure…
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Eva Hoffman
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1989