Fathers and Brothers: A Memoir
Shimon Sandbank
2004
The parting was not long in coming. My father died two months before I turned six.
To this day, I go to him at difficult times. Mostly to complain that he abandoned me. The handful of memories that he left me—snatched camera flashes—don’t hint at any lost paradise. On the contrary, these two or three memories are not comforting memories; they are…
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