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This book tells a true story. In it, what was probably the strangest youth who ever lived, shall speak with its own voice. This life needs to be believed, as strange as it may seem. But strangeness…
Vilna, my great matriarch, an established Jewish city,
Jerusalem of the Exile, an ancient nation’s consolation in the north!
This [poem] is your patched kerchief, like the roof of the old synagogue,…
I lowered the window more and let the wind wash my face. As often happens when you stand at the window of a fast-moving train, a speck of dirt flew into my eye, and both eyes began to tear.
I had…