Building Dreams
Papa always said that. Whatever we were making was always going to be the best in Chevron
Building Dreams
“Oh, come on, Miriam,” I said, exasperatedly. “The Arabs are not dangerous here. They’re just… neighbors”
Building Dreams
I decided to give voice to the question. “But why did the yeshivah have to move here?”
Building Dreams
“Miriam,” I said, turning to her the moment I came out of the bathroom, “how could you sleep last night?”
Building Dreams
I’d never seen the inside of a carpenter’s shop before — and this wasn’t just a carpenter’s shop. It was Papa’s shop!
Building Dreams
We may have finally made it from Kovno, but the way things looked, I’d never get to see what Chevron was like
