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Jewish Sweden without a map

fall I traveled to Stockholm alone to visit my brother and sister-in-law, whom I hadn’t seen in 30 years. An eternity had passed in the blink of the eye. Time had changed us, but not beyond recognition or love. Grabbing my bags and rushing through customs at Arlanda Airport, I pushed open the doors and saw my Swedish sister-in-law Lisbeth (Lolo for short). We laughed, cried, stared at each other. Distance evaporated. We took a long bus ride to their apartment on Celsiusgatan where I stayed so long ago. Gordon, my brother, was slightly stunned. “You’re the same,” he uttered. “You too,” I said, marveling at the Jacobs’ curse. We talked late into the night, our reunited memories flickering under the lamplight. When my eyes […]
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