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While imprisoned by the Nazis and awaiting her death, Gusta Dawidsohn-Draenger recalls her last supper with other resistance leaders in the Vilna ghetto.
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Gusta Dawidsohn-Draenger
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Kraków, General Government (Kraków, Poland)
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1943
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The shtetl, lost here among Polish fields and groves, might be called Turek or Przasnysz, Konin or Maków, yet what one remembers is not the name but the old marketplace reeking of tar and dung where a…
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Sofia Dubnova-Erlich
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New York, United States of America
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1943
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My beloved son and daughter!
I am writing these lines, my dear children, in the vale of tears of…
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Elhanan Elkes
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1943
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To the sacred memory of dear Shmulik and his comrades who fell in the battle to liberate Yeḥi‘amHe rose from the bed shading his eyes with his hands as if it was light although it was still dark. His…
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Yehudit Hendel
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1950
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After I published my son’s literary estate in a book, I still had a few scraps of writing and documents of various kinds that I didn’t know how to put together with everything that seemed clear and…
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Moshe Shamir
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1953
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Rehoboam:You have no ambition to govern . . . I know you, Ephraimite. [ . . . ] Speak like a man, Jeroboam! What did you come to look for in Israel? Why didn’t you stay in Egypt? And don’t say you…
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Nissim Aloni
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Jerusalem, Israel
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1954
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A mighty gust of a cruel wind slid down from Mount Carmel toward the street.
After having flooded its lights, its tumult and the aromas emanating from its restaurants, it continued making its way to…
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Sami Michael
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1955
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Nissim Levy dodged out through the back fence. He said goodbye to Danino, but instead of running away, he stood still, not far from there, and tried to pick up some words from the…
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Ehud Ben-Ezer
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1963
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Pounding, heavy feet climbed the muddy path up the hill that looked out over wild bushes. The walkers’ steps sank in the earth next to each other and on top of each other on the path upward, in the…
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Shimon Ballas
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1964
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Arab Halva—moist, sticky, fibrous. The taste tears across my lips like a memory. Within me Jaffa stirs, wakens from sleep; eyes and faces of Jaffa.
I am there, it is afternoon, a city half-awake…
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Haim Gouri
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1971