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Some time ago, as I sat down to work in a Tel Aviv café in the area where I live, an elderly man suddenly approached me. “You are the son of Eliahu Shaharabani, of blessed memory,” he said, half…
Contributor:
Yehouda Shenhav
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
2003