Tin Soldiers on Jerusalem Beach
Bernard-Henri Lévy
1977
Where Have All the Young Men Gone? (June 1977)
Taly
On a very hot summer’s day, at noon, I am in the kibbutz in which both my father, who died in 1972, and my brother-in-law, who was killed in the 1967 war, are buried. I am on my way to the kibbutz cemetery for a memorial ceremony in honor of my brother-in-law. The way from the kibbutz to the…
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