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Yehudis Pinter is a pen name.
A metaphorical description of my personal inner battles
I am running, running, on the racetrack, trying to get to the finish line so I can finally sit down with my feet up, to enjoy the satisfied pleasure of accomplishment. My feet ache, the sun’s rays are burning, and a headache is forming and gaining strengt...
My maternal grandfather, whom we lovingly called Zeidy, didn’t speak the same language as his young grandchildren. But Zeidy knew other languages as well—the language of the Talmud and its depths of understanding, and the language of purity and character ...
Winter 1945. The Death March. For those who weren’t there, no words can truly describe it, and for those who were there, no words are needed.
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