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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…
Contributor:
Antoni Slonimski
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic
(Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1922
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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
Places:
Boston, United States of America
Date:
1996
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At the time for words, father, my adonai, leave it in my hands, the
shame that I don’t feel, and assign to me the job of justification,
what they call history.
The fact is that every land has its…
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Luisa Futoransky
Places:
Rome, Italy
Date:
1972
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He spent much time at the home of Nona Fortuna and Grandpapa Jacquo. After a night on the town, he would fall asleep fully clothed on the couch in their living room, or in Uncle Sicourelle’s bed with…
Contributor:
Ronit Matalon
Places:
Haifa, Israel
Date:
1995
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[…] I want to tell you about my brother’s ghost.
I had so looked forward to seeing him again: my Schorschi, my Czech brother, who had sent us a few postcards from Theresienstadt. But he wasn’t there…
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Ruth Klüger
Places:
Munich, Germany
(Irvine, United States of America)
Date:
1992
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When I was twelve, I read The Diary of Anne Frank.
I identified with her having to live
stories above a busy street
over a business, and having to keep quiet
for hours at a time.
I’d pad about on…
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Jane Shore
Places:
Chevy Chase, United States of America
Date:
1996
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Mother, there’s a tedium today,
some sadness that’s got into everything,
even an ambitious man’s dreams
show signs of a slow despair.
Mother, try loving
your self-despising son
on a day he’s alone
an…
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Umberto (Poli) Saba
Places:
Trieste, Kingdom of Italy
(Trieste, Italy)
Date:
1900–1907
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Behold her blood flows in my blood,
Behold her voice within me sings—
Raḥel the herder of Laban’s sheep,
Raḥel—mother’s mother.
And so the house is too constricting for me
And the city—alien,
For…
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Rakhel (Rachel Bluwstein)
Places:
Kevutsat Degania, Mandate Palestine
(Deganya Alef, Israel)
Date:
1927
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When I crossed the ocean, I carried with me the habit of speaking to the shadows, and it became my way of life. I look up at the stars that were extinguished long ago. For me they still shine with the…
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Blume Lempel
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1970
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It’s hard to imagine Uncle Silvester making Uncle Pucho eat soap.
Uncle Silvester was always a man of principles.
As proof, there’s the story…
Contributor:
Ana María Shua
Places:
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
1994