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In 1968, I was seventeen, and in my first year of medical school in São Paulo. Rosh Hashana fell on a Monday and Tuesday that year...
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"The new year starts when the sun sets," his grandfather says. "And the sun doesn't wait for Jack Luckman."
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On the day after Labor Day, sun slanting through Annie's bedroom blinds already looks like autumn, the white glare of summer faded to muted orange...
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Aaron stood at Gemma's bedroom door, listening to her giggle. He couldn't remember the last time he'd heard his daughter laugh...
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Now, so long after that cold dark February afternoon, I feel the trembling of her hands in my own as I take an envelope, emblazoned with a foreign postage stamp...
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Dov itched to rip her away from the protestors. There Liat stood, demonstrating on Even-Sinna Street with the rest of the lunatics...
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“No problem, no problem. I will arrange it for you; phone me back within a week. Then for sure I will have found your file...
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One Saturday it seemed to me I had succeeded in teaching my father seven new words in English, but two days later only one was still hanging on in his memory...
8m read Translated from Hebrew by Evan Fallenberg
