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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…
In the spring of 1961, I flunked an exam that would have enabled me to write an honors thesis. In reality, it was a minor failure—I was spending most of my time at the Crimson building, where I was…
On a very hot summer’s day, at noon, I am in the kibbutz in which both my father, who died in 1972, and my brother-in-law, who was killed in the…
Ruthka [checks the pile of clothes lying on the table]:You’ve given him enough clothes to last him for a year.Gita:When one of our members goes away for a while, I don’t want…
Abraham:We only have a few minutes, and we have to decide whether the kibbutz should keep fighting, despite the army’s withdrawal, while we’re surrounded. It must be clear that any decision, one way…
So what do storytellers do? The ones I like operate more or less like tribal witchdoctors.
Here is a little story for you. Nine thousand six hundred and six years ago, in a…
(The stage is bare, on stage are Sonia and Yishai. Music.)Sonia:Yishai, aren’t you the one who’s bringing the children from Ahuza?Yishai:No, Yoska, from the…