“It’s unethical for us to give him his eyesight back, but it’s ethical for him to insist on being blind and make the whole village take care of him? Are we going to stand by and let that happen?”
Maybe he ought to get those boys back together and start giving darbouka lessons again. He had all their phone numbers… he would call them
“It’s just not worth it, Sara’le. To give in to a momentary urge to dress up, here in this world, and to lose worlds you can’t imagine, for all eternity….”
“He’s religious. He eats only kosher food. Wait, I’ll call Itzik and ask him what we can feed this doctor”
“Now that you have an open ear among the media,” their e-mails clamored, “why won’t you speak up for your own people? Justice for West New Guinea!”
Sarah: Sunday, 11 Tammuz 5775 I’ve been officially unemployed ever since I was injured. I thought I might start taking on sewing jobs, but I still don’t have enough range of movement in my arm. I’m not sure if that arm will ever be back to normal, and my physiotherapist isn’t sure, either. In the
