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Suddenly

didn’t seem particularly unusual at the time. It just seemed like a workable — and free — living arrangement. But in May-June, 1968, I was one of only two Jews living in the former Jewish Quarter of the Old City of Jerusalem. My roommate’s first name was the same as his last: Rachamim Rachamim. “Roommate” […]


Hillel Goldberg

IJN Executive Editor | hillel@ijn.com


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