Communism

“Have you ever read Sholom Aleichem?” Boruch asked. “That’s how this neighborhood looked when I was a kid. There were hundreds of Jews living here, and they all looked like …

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“I was fifty-years-old the first time I picked up a Chumash in the synagogue and began reading it backward–not knowing that Hebrew reads right to left.” Meet Michail Yeffimovich Nevoroshkin. …

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“’What’s your name?’ they asked me as I walked into the synagogue for the first time in the 1980s.” “‘Bermant,’ I said.” “They didn’t seem satisfied.” “’We don’t know a …

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“Hello, my friend,” Yoisef tells me, with a huge smile on his face. He always seems so happy to see me when I visit. “How are things in New York?” …

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“Great,” he says. “We have a date. I’ll be waiting for you at my home on Wednesday at 7 pm. “You might want to take a cab,” he adds. Meet …

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“I was seven when Stalin died,” said Oleg, a retired sports trainer. “I was never able to receive a Jewish education, but my mother made sure I knew that I …

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“I have lived through some of the darkest times,” said Miriam. “I witnessed firsthand the atrocities of the Holocaust and the oppression of communism.” “But tonight, as I quietly light …

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“My name is Yuri Zuzin,” he began, “but you can just call me George.” “Did you always know that you were Jewish?” I asked. “When I was 14 years old, …

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“The first time I stepped into this Shul was on Simchas Torah, 1948. I was seven years old. My father died before I was old enough to remember him, so …

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“I was born just after the war. Two years later, my father left us. “I can still remember the first time I came to this synagogue. It was Yom Kippur, …

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