Archive for July, 2008

The Doll Story

My dear wife insisted that I should read the book “Brooklyn follies” by Paul Auster. “You won’t be disappointed,” she said, and indeed, I read it with pleasure. One short story in the book caught my attention. The book is not about Franz Kafka, one of the famous authors of the 20th century, but the [...]

Mother

Recently, my friend Irit Dabby’s mother had passed away, and we went to mourn with her in her parents’ house. Scattered in the living room, were black & white photographs from the first half of the previous century, photographs that tell tales of the mother’s life. Her children spoke of her embracing warmth, mentioned the [...]