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Long before anyone can remember, a small plot of land was enclosed by a fence.

14m read Translated from Georgian by William Tyson Sadleir

Elka’s interview for her new job took place on a beautiful, bright morning in January.

18m read Translated from Hebrew by Yardenne Greenspan

They walked toward the Williamsburg Bridge, Miriam by his side. Even with her hat on, she barely reached his shoulder...

14m read Translated from Yiddish by Ellen Cassedy and Anita Norich

My uncle grew up in America in a poor Jewish neighborhood with gangs.

21m read Translated from Ladino by The Author

There is no moonlight. Of course. The First of Elul, cooler evenings, shorter days...

16m read

Five years before, Harry Becker had shut the door to his shoe repair shop for the last time.

23m read

On a cool July morning eighteen-year-old Matt Shapiro exited the Trier city bus and started down the street...

28m read

I met Shulamith Górecki in late summer 1997 at the dinner party where my father publicly denied the Holocaust for the first time.

27m read

The colonel’s head was smooth and shiny. Not a baldness that one let happen, but which instead was shaved into being...

25m read

He dreams of them sometimes, five pairs of hands, reaching for him, swiping at his eyes, wrapping around his midsection.

24m read

Malka sits just outside the kitchen door peeling potatoes, breathing the damp air and looking across the clotted fields to the woods beyond.

26m read

The hotel is called Corfu Silence, and it sits on a hill overlooking a bay. Mornings the tide rushes in and jostles the moored fishing boats...

16m read