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My life is an out-of-the-money call option about to expire.
21m read
Hersh was lost within himself like a traveler in a foreign city. He did not know whether he was moving forward or back, whether he was dreaming or wide awake.
School started on September first. It was a brutally hot day, the city still firmly in the claws of summer...
22m read
In front of the rabbi is the creature he has built, a six-foot tall mass of hardened clay with stones for eyes.
25m read
Among American, Canadian, and British expatriates in Israel, it’s the custom to give the year of their immigration when introduced...
30m read
It was in the summer of that year that the last literary critic died. People did not remember his death.
18m read Translated from Hebrew by Yaron Regev
