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On rare occasions Aunt Joya di Pinso would come over, and whenever she came, the house would be full of good spirits. The minute she set foot on our threshold, pausing for a moment, as was…
Michael and I arranged to meet that same evening in Cafe Atara in Ben Yehuda Street. Outside an absolute storm was raging, beating down furiously on the stone walls of Jerusalem.
Austerity regulations…
When the bus disappeared, taking away their child, the Bensaïds remained on the empty sidewalk, their souls as barren as if their daughter had been carried off by death.
With a…
[ . . . ] Marjorie returned to the bedroom and waited for a moment, watching the doorknob. Then she walked to the full-length mirror on the closet door, and draped the black dress…
“Well, as you know already, the story is about Esterka, the daughter of the Jew to whom this house belongs. She was ten years old when he came here, and tall of her age, with black hair and large blue…
Along the nocturnal road were trees, nodding heads like people. The light of the speeding bus falls on them, withdraws from them. And the vapour-veiled moon crescent is getting blurred. But why is her…
Some time later, two or three months had passed, David sends for me again.
Bathsheba is there, her hair beautifully arranged, very pretty and self-confident. Already the mistress of this palace.
David…
In the women’s prison where the Guards had taken Peacock, six people slept in a cell designed for one. They sat on the floor, occupying every rat-infested inch, blindfolded and handcuffed for weeks in…
[…] Statistically speaking, in any given week at the school, the rabbi had once calculated, approximately one quarter of these girls, about seventy-five girls in all, had their periods. Could anyone…
She was fourteen when she married him. She too was ornately dressed that day and sat on Preciado’s right. She too danced with him . . . Was not this her wedding night? —No, it is not!The fierce…