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An old Jew asked me near the Jaffa Gate:
“Is the Saxon Garden still there? The same as ever?
Is there a fountain? At the entrance from Czysta Street
In the old days confectioners had a shop there…
The next day Marcel Schwartz registered at the labor exchange. [ . . . ]
Ten days later he heard clearly and explicitly: Marcel Schwartz! With trembling hands, he took his work notice, went home to…
Now, lo, I saw a dream and since then I am very feverish. May Iahmoliah attend to my welfare.
Now, if you wish, do not sell them. Let the children eat them. Lo, there do not remain any cucumbers.
Tran…
Great was the joy in the mid-1950s in Budapest’s Klauzál Square, in the house of a widow with many children. Those lining up before her vegetable stand in the market saw her smile for the first time…