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[The play opens with a damp, moldy cellar room illuminated by windows splattered in mud from the passersby on the street and a smoky oven. The room is furnished with a bench, table, sofa, crib, broken…
One day I came back from my synagogue and sat down in my room to take breakfast—a bowl of milk and some bread, instead of the compote juice and butter cake that had been my customary…