The Pile
The next day Marcel Schwartz registered at the labor exchange. [ . . . ]
Ten days later he heard clearly and explicitly: Marcel Schwartz! With trembling hands, he took his work notice, went home to his mother, and called to her:
“Work, Mom! I went to the exchange every day, and I finally got a job! Look, Mom—I got a job!”
The heavy-fleshed woman…
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