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Not here in our London Ghetto the gates and gaberdines of the olden Ghetto of the Eternal City; yet no lack of signs external by which one may know it, and those who dwell therein. Its narrow…
Having risen from behind the Judean hills late at night, the moon illuminated the Yemenite neighborhood and the nearby bushland; it played a magical game there between the trees. It hid behind them…
Sometimes, when I think of my past in a superficial, casual way, the metamorphosis I have gone through strikes me as nothing short of a miracle. I was born and…