My Friends from Arnon Street
Leah Goldberg
1943
Arnon Street is not the largest street in Tel Aviv. On the contrary, it is a small street, nearly an alleyway. There is very little traffic. A double-decker bus does not go through it, or any other bus [for that matter]. Only small cars travel in it, and, every now and then, a truck. And since there is very little traffic, there are many children…
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