Farewell to Salonica: City at the Crossroads

Leon Sciaky


Our classroom was on the upper floor and in the rear of the building. Its two large windows opened on a garden which, because it could be reached only by crossing M. Shalom’s apartment, was forbidden to the children. No one entered it, so that whatever treasure—pocketknife, sling, or cherished agate—was inadvertently dropped from the windows…

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