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Building Dreams

Tuesday, June 07, 2022

How I wished we could be back in Chevron. Or even in Kovno. I couldn’t start again. I just couldn’t

Building Dreams

Tuesday, May 31, 2022

“We wouldn’t need to heal had those Arab maniacs not tried to kill us”

Building Dreams

Tuesday, May 24, 2022

I myself being lifted off the floor and ever so gently carried through the building

Building Dreams

Tuesday, May 17, 2022

“There’s nothing more we can do for him,” Mama whispered through her pain

Building Dreams

Tuesday, May 10, 2022

Suddenly, we could hear the sound of glass breaking.

Building Dreams

Tuesday, May 03, 2022

The sounds on the streets that came wafting through the windows didn’t feel okay at all

Building Dreams

Tuesday, April 26, 2022

“There’s something going on,” Elka said to me the minute Miriam had closed the door behind her. “I feel it, Dovid. I’m scared”

Building Dreams

Monday, April 11, 2022

Donkeys and goats, Jews and Arabs mingled in the streets, but I was no longer fazed

Building Dreams

Tuesday, April 05, 2022

I was comforted to know that our cousins, at least, were all okay

Building Dreams

Tuesday, March 29, 2022

All I wanted was to know the special news that Mama had. “No, Mama,” I burst out, “tell me. What’s so exciting? Tell me!”

Building Dreams

Tuesday, March 22, 2022

Papa always said that. Whatever we were making was always going to be the best in Chevron

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