Reparations
Claude Gutman
1981
How long did I wander in Caesarea,
That enchanting place where my heart had adored you.
—Racine, Bérénice, I, 4.
I was only a child of the peace, born into a strange postwar. How could I have imagined that they had exterminated millions of them, that some still remained, and that I was among their descendants, so close? How to imagine that my…
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