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Stones are stones.
Why did you say stones?
Why did you throw stones?
Why are you standing here, child?
What’s got into you to throw stones at soldiers?
Why aren’t you afraid?
Why aren’t you worried…
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Dahlia Ravikovitch
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Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1992
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inasmuch as men and women / in their infinite goodness /
believe in God / is it possible that God /
in his infinite goodness / believes in men and women
believes in me / right now / when my heart is…
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Juan Gelman
Places:
Mexico City, Mexico
Date:
1993
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I won’t be around forever, Mother said.
One day I’m going to die, so I might
as well nag you a little bit more,
while I have the chance. And when
I’m dead you’ll have to rely on someone else
to tell…
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Hal Sirowitz
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1995
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It’s a great question this question of washing. One never can find anyone who can be satisfied with anybody else’s washing. I knew a man once who never as far as anyone could see ever did any washing…
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Gertrude Stein
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
1911
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“You come from Poland, Monsieur David . . . ?”
“Davidovich.”
Lévy, his host, looking with desperation at the traveling salesman, supplied the name. Still sweating from fear, Lévy was now sweating for…
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Jean-Richard Bloch
Places:
France, France
Date:
1912
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A month later, when a young man, about eighteen years old, Mulla Ovadia’s nephew, came to his father’s property and saw all that his uncle had done in it, he was told that his uncle had a wife in…
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Yehudah Burla
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Jerusalem, Ottoman Palestine (Jerusalem, Israel)
Date:
1913
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My father and mother were left alone and sat down for a moment; then my father said: “Well, shall we go up to bed?”
“As you wish, dear, though I don’t feel in the least like sleeping. I don’t know why…
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Marcel Proust
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
1913
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Tirzeh rose early the following morning, cooked some schav, beat in several eggs, boiled a pot of potatoes, and put the food on the table to cool. As soon as she sat down, she remembered…
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Joseph Opatoshu
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New York City, United States of America (New York, United States of America)
Date:
1912
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No, Anton Wanzl was not good. He lacked love, he lacked heart. He did only what he thought was clever and sensible. He gave no love and asked for none. He never needed any affection, any tenderness…
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Joseph Roth
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Vienna, Austro-Hungarian Empire (Vienna, Austria)
Date:
1916
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It did our hearts good to see Vaytshepl. It did Pinye too much good. “Why, it’s Berdichev!” he shouted. “Children, I swear, we’re not in London at all, we’re in Berdichev!” The next thing I know he’s…
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Sholem Aleichem
Places:
New York City, United States of America (New York, United States of America)
Date:
1916