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On a day transparent with light
like a landscape by Monet,
my childhood broke away
from a small Jewish town
and glided on ice
blue in the distance—
while a small cloud hovered in me
like a cloud of a…
Contributor:
Gabriel Preil
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1965
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“I must go to carols tomorrow night.”
Mother is serving the soup. Chicken soup again, with noodles, for the third day in a row. While from next door, a roast tickles the nostrils. A myriad globules…
Contributor:
Serge Liberman
Places:
Melbourne, Australia
Date:
1981
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The smell of fishink tships followed us down the stairs. Although we were all thinking about food, no one mentioned it but Brokheh. Did she let loose with a mouthful! She hoped to God, she said, that…
Contributor:
Sholem Aleichem
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1916
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Now whatever else may be involved in a nondeliberate change of accent, one thing is clear: it bespeaks a very high degree of detachment from the ethos of one’s immediate surroundings. It is…
Contributor:
Norman Podhoretz
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1967
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It is April 1959, I’m standing at the railing of the Batory’s upper deck, and I feel that my life is ending. I’m looking out at the crowd that has gathered on the shore to see the ship’s departure…
Contributor:
Eva Hoffman
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1989