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A tale of love and darkness
Sipur ʻal ahavah ṿe-ḥoshekh
Once upon a time there was a village, abandoned by its inhabitants... Even the rats left. Even the rats left. The village stood silent and abandoned, year after year. Rain pounded the streets, washing away any human trace. When the rats cleared, birds swarmed over the village. There were so many, they almost blocked out the sky. It was night, all day long. But then, from one small house... A little boy opened the door. He was the only one left behind. My mother was 38 when she died. At my age today, I could be her father. Many things have happened in Jerusalem. The city was destroyed, rebuilt, destroyed and rebuilt again. Conqueror after conqueror came, ruled for a while, left behind some walls, some towers, some cracks in the stones, and then disappeared, like the morning mist down the hillslopes. Jerusalem's a black widow, who devours her lovers while they are still inside her.