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After my mother died, my father would sometimes stop in the middle of the street, tuck his head into his shoulders...
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Dear reader, it's not her goodness, her piety, her benevolence that I want to tell you about. Her name was Deborah, and in Bodovitz you only needed to say, "According to Deborah,"
8m read Translated from Yiddish by Jane Peppler
One after another the people are swallowed up into the plane to Amsterdam, one after another after another. Yoel, too, is approaching the aircraft's door...
33m read Translated from Hebrew by Anthony Berris and Linda Yehiel
