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I had a very unusual fifteenth birthday. During my birthday week, the end of April, I was traveling with 5,000 high school students from around the world, visiting concentration camps in Poland. I…
Our classroom was on the upper floor and in the rear of the building. Its two large windows opened on a garden which, because it could be reached only by crossing M. Shalom’s apartment, was forbidden…
Now that the cup of poison is broken, there is no way out but to drink the cup of sorrows. . . .
My affirmation of life demanded that I should dedicate all the powers…
There were two reasons why Di Yunge chose to carry on by themselves in a separate cafe. One was purely financial. The coffeehouse on Division Street was too dear for young writers, most of whom either…
I was born, I have lived, and I have been made over. Is it not time to write my life’s story? I am just as much out of the way as if I were dead, for I am absolutely other than the person whose story…
I’d known right away that I’d dressed all wrong for the interview, and I sensed even this early that it was becoming a formality. I’d prepared myself to play it in Jack Carter’s cool way. But the imp…
[ . . . ] We have heard so much about the achievements of the Evsektsiia [Jewish sections of the Communist Party] in the field of Jewish culture that for this alone many…
Signs of the new life and of the new “construction” in Trostinets can be discerned, strange as it may sound, in the destruction of the synagogues…