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This illustration, from Jüdische neue Zeitung vom Marsch aus Wien und anderen Orten der jetzigen zwölff Jüdischen Stammen (Jewish Newspaper from the March to Vienna and Other Places of the Current…
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…
Time grows short at the end of a century, like winter days when night falls too soon. In the dusk, angels and demons walk. Who knows who they are? Or which is which. But there they are, sneaking their…
In the ninth year,
From Siptan, to Baalzamar:
A jar of aged wine
Translated by Anson F. Rainey from Shmuel Aḥituv’s Hebrew edition.
In the tenth year, from Azzah, to Gaddiyaw:
A jar of pure oil
“Standing Behind Old Jewish Ladies in Supermarket Lines” is a comic from Harvey Pekar’s autobiographical comic series American Splendor, which focused on everyday life in Cleveland, Ohio. Not an…
The third whistle. Reb Zerakh Lilienthal clutched his beloved family to his heart, kissed them, and boarded the train. He did not have the strength to wish them well yet again. His throat was so tight…
Riding a train doesn’t have to be dull if you manage to fall in with good company. You can meet up with merchants, men who know business, and then the time flies, or with people who have been around…
This is how things go with your average Jew. But Hershele is not your average Jew. It wasn’t by chance that he was famous in all of Ostropol, in all of Berdichev, and in all of Vilyuisk.
Hershele…