Corner of the Field
Jacob Fichman
1944
After a long stay in the city, I was glad to go out, to travel as far as the Sharon, full of eagerness for fields, colors, green light. But to my misfortune, I fell into a crowded bus, crammed, stifling. I barely squeezed into the body of the bus; to my right and left passengers, suitcases, and bundles were piled up. I saw straight away that there…
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