A Russian immigrant in Jerusalem vanishes, leaving her husband literary clues, from Camus to Austen to Saint-Exupery. Can he decipher the message? ...
argalit winds her way out of her small city, barely glancing at the well-tended cottages of Mevaseret Tzion, flower beds
...he adults had been there for hours—the ones from out of town for days—and they all seemed happy, huddled in
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t’s raining again, and Estrella takes her green umbrella with her. Six, seven years ago, when she could afford to
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irschman, unwilling to bend, was refusing to participate. A lifelong agnostic, and proud of it, he’d managed for 82 years
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he onion Lotzi was eating could be smelled five floors below him in the entrance to Migdal Zahav, the Golden
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