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But who emptied your shoes of sandWhen you had to get up, to die?The sand which Israel gathered,Its nomad sand?Burning Sinai sand,Mingled with throats of nightingales,Mingled with wings of butterflies…
In The Writing on the Wall, Attie brought the ghosts of pre-World War II Jewish life in Berlin temporarily to life by projecting black-and-white slides of Jewish schools, bookstores, kosher butchers…
Do you know what was being discussed today on the radio talk show where everyone can call in and take part in the conversation? We, all of us, are crazy, a certain professor, a psychiatrist, said. So…
I—a Jewess—am by definition not a member of the species, or: why should a Jewess not have problems with public assistance and with her children? The postwar German Jew, to the extent that such a being…
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at evening
we drink it at midday and morning we drink it at night
we drink and we drink
we shovel a grave in the air there you won’t lie too cramped
A man lives in…
When it came time for me to start school, my mother went to the director of the Wilhelm Pieck School in Katowice, Poland, where we were living then, to register me. My sister, nine years my senior…
Since the song of victory is silent
About the man now overcome.
I will serve as Hector’s witness.
There once was a Germany, we all know it, that belonged to the world, and that was received by the…
Not seldom, when in conversation my partner draws me into a plural—that is, as soon as he includes my person in whatever connection and says to me: “We Jews . . .”—I feel a not exactly tormenting, but…
Jakob Fandler took uneasy note of the changes in his son. It was as if a stranger he had known for a long time and then banned from his life, had suddenly shown up and moved in with him. He had…
We couldn’t be Jews, my brother finally explained, raising his voice, because our grandmother had not been Jewish, and for Jews only your mother counts. We weren’t even half-Jewish, because our father…