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I lowered the window more and let the wind wash my face. As often happens when you stand at the window of a fast-moving train, a speck of dirt flew into my eye, and both eyes began to tear.
I had…
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Friedrich Gorenstein
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West-Berlin (Berlin, Germany)
Date:
1988
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Adèle sometimes used to take me to church in Montrouge, where I made the same gestures as she did…gestures which didn’t seem to me to be very different from those required by pure politeness…the hand…
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Nathalie Sarraute
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Paris, France
Date:
1983
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My name is Benillouche, Alexandre Mordekhai.
How galling the smiles of my classmates! In our alley, and at the Alliance School, I hadn’t known how ridiculous, how revealing, my name could be…
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Albert Memmi
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Paris, France
Date:
1953
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David and Nicolás raised a dove for me. They had her for about a month in the count’s house, trying to become fond of her because she was from the messenger race, and they wanted me to use her to send…
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Gerardo Mario Goloboff
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1984
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Rue Sainte-Catherine, people turned as we passed. Probably because of my father’s purple suit, his Kentucky green shirt and the same old shoes with the astrakhan spats. I fondly…
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Patrick Modiano
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Paris, France
Date:
1968
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When the bus disappeared, taking away their child, the Bensaïds remained on the empty sidewalk, their souls as barren as if their daughter had been carried off by death.
With a…
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Irma Ychou
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1947
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How long did I wander in Caesarea,
That enchanting place where my heart had adored you.
—Racine, Bérénice, I, 4.
I was only a child of the peace, born into a strange postwar. How could I have…
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Claude Gutman
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Paris, France
Date:
1981
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The morning of the third day, Tsiporah tried to distract Noémi.
“Have you read this article?” she asked, handing her Maariv.
Noémi finished her nth cigarette, then placed the butt on the already…
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René Sussan
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1964
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Shortly before Paris was occupied, Maurice had me return to my native Morocco.
My parents—my dear parents whom I loved so much and whom I never saw again—were, alas, dead. The other members of the…
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Degracia
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
1968