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Of course, he should have taken the elevator.

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Nine days before the bat mitzvah of their daughter Rebecca, what Hannah and David had dreaded most since Rebecca's birth came to pass.

21m read

It is because of Werner Sonderberg that, one fine spring May, I found myself in court, in the bosom of the justice system. Not as a lawyer, as my mother had wished, but as an interested observer.

35m read Translated from French by Catherine Temerson

I’m getting weaker. Something is fading in me, like the dimming of lights or a slow sunset – almost unnoticed – into the gloom.

38m read Translated from Hebrew by Jeffrey Green

The first time that he died, he had been sitting in a café on the Street of the Prophets in Jerusalem pondering the name of his wife’s lover

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My first time in the forest was before the child was born. I was freshly discharged from the army and had come to a picnic with two girlfriends from the service.

28m read Translated from Hebrew by Yaron Regev

As Ephraim listened to the ebb and flow of air in and out of the boy's chest, his own breathing relaxed

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Cries of childish joy echoed up the stairwell and into Julia and David's apartment. Many guests had visited them there.

24m read Translated from Hebrew by Yaron Regev

Eva and Yanosh followed Rivka, their host, into a large hall. It looked like it might once have been a warehouse or factory building...

32m read