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

“Oh, come on, Miriam,” I said, exasperatedly. “The Arabs are not dangerous here. They’re just… neighbors”

I decided to give voice to the question. “But why did the yeshivah have to move here?”

“Miriam,” I said, turning to her the moment I came out of the bathroom, “how could you sleep last night?”

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!

We may have finally made it from Kovno, but the way things looked, I’d never get to see what Chevron was like