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Open a map, stretch out your index finger, run it along the winding contours of the Plata River, and you will come to a small black dot that does and does not seem like the…
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Samuel Pecar
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Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
1954
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Just then Don Iudá took off his coat and greeted us one by one. My mother, out of breath as we’d been in such a hurry to come, explained everything in short choppy phrases.
We children would stay…
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Humberto Costantini
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Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
1967
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The men, women, and children who arrived, physically destroyed, at the death camp, had only one fixed idea: to survive. The average person, living in a bustling metropolis and enjoying freedom to a…
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Lázaro Liacho
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Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
1969
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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…
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Eugenia Calny
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1972
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I think I have fully grasped usque ad ultimas differentias the meaning of the Company, its shares, its principles, its reputation, its splendor, its initiation, its progress, its…
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Joseph Penso de la Vega
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Amsterdam, Dutch Republic (Amsterdam, Netherlands)
Date:
1688
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The alphabet doesn’t have enough letters, you say, to form the names of so many inexpressible feelings, unexpressed for lack of words, and I say to you that we don’t have enough life, that too much…
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Esther Seligson
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Mexico City, Mexico
Date:
1973
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I dream that I’m standing in the doorway of my house, and I hear shouts, but I don’t want to go in. I’m eleven years old, and my hair is braided down my back.
A man asks me in the language of my…
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Perla Suez
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Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
2000
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It’s hard to imagine Uncle Silvester making Uncle Pucho eat soap.
Uncle Silvester was always a man of principles.
As proof, there’s the story…
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Ana María Shua
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Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
1994
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I love the red and blue electric trains. For twenty-five cents they go from Puente Hierro all the way to Sabana Grande. I notice that some streets have high sidewalks with side rails and stairs at…
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Alicia Freilich
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1987
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“Sonia! . . . Sonia! . . . Where the devil have you gone, child? Sonia!”
A Jewish woman calls her little girl in from the patio of her apartment.
It’s five in the afternoon, and as it’s midwinter…
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Enrique Espinoza
Places:
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
1924