“and dwell in tents that ye may live long in the land where ye are strangers. Jeremiah He was travelling to see his old father who was a rabbi in Vienna. His skin was white. He had a small fair moustache and bloodshot eyes, the eyes of a textual scholar. He held up a grey serge overcoat, not knowing where to hang it. He was very shy. He was so shy that he could not undress with anyone else in the compartment. I went into the corridor. The train was speeding up. The lights of Frankfurt disappea...red into the night. Five minutes later he was lying on the upper bunk, relaxed and eager to talk. He had studied at a Talmudic Academy in Brooklyn. His father had left America fifteen years earlier: the morning would reunite them. He and his father disapproved of America. They mistrusted the Zionist mood. Israel was an idea, not a country. Besides, Jahweh gave the Land for his Children to wander through, not to settle or sink roots there. Before the war his family had lived in Sibiu in Romania.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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