I fought passionately for independence—without really knowing what it meant
Day Five: At the crossroad of picnic and nightmare
Day Four: Offenbach to Ninotchka, with mourning in between
Day Three: Despised, even by the dog
Day Two: Limping amid salves and sirens
Day One: Pouncing tigers, falling rockets, and grim expressions
An Israeli expat tells Charlie Parker about the shofar
Susan Sontag’s “divided soul”
Hebrew has no continuous present tense, but Boris Carmi’s images of Israel’s early days have the power to stop time, a friend recalls.
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