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At midnight a soft hand touched me: “Get up.” I stepped outside the silent sleeping barracks and saw: Azrael, the angel who reigns over the dead rushed down from the night firmament, all revenge…
The Dreyfus trial transformed me into a Zionist. Not the current one in Rennes, but the original one in Paris that I witnessed in 1894. I was living in Paris then as a journalist and attended the…
This was the psychological state we were in when the war arrived. The war was not a political issue for us. We were thinking neither about the question of war guilt nor about a victorious outcome; we…