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In her death agony—which lasted no more than an instant or two—Nazira Mualdeb reviewed the months preceding her granddaughter Alcira’s wedding and a torrent of ghostly images spontaneously abandoned…
During the bitterest days of my European exile, I turn to the photo album where I keep, along with more recent memories, a few images from my childhood—images that enlarged and corrected, come back to…
She couldn’t have been more than seventeen years old. They came as war refugees. Survivors of the horror. The community was caring for the nearly cadaverous human beings and her parents wanted her to…