The Polish Lad
By Way of Foreword
If my father had been able to foresee even a thousandth part of the trials I was to endure he might have been rather less ardent on the night my mother conceived me. . . . Now, of course, that is all water over the dam. [ . . . ]
Once on the eve of Tisha be-Av, the fast day commemorating the destruction of the First and Second…
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