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	<title><![CDATA[Letters to the Editor]]></title>
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	<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 04:18:20 GMT+03:00</pubDate>
	<description><![CDATA[Regarding "Burning Chametz, Mea She'arim, April 2008," Haaretz Magazine, April 25  
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	<title><![CDATA[Me, my wife and the neighbors]]></title>
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	<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 04:18:20 GMT+03:00</pubDate>
	<description><![CDATA["What's this?" my wife shouted, waking me in a fright from a deep, early-morning sleep.  
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	<title><![CDATA[Roots trip to Germany, part two ]]></title>
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	<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 21:35:46 GMT+03:00</pubDate>
	<description><![CDATA[The silver Mercedes that my father and I rented in Frankfurt passed through the city gate of Mainbernheim, a town surrounded by a wall and turrets, and stopped at the small, neat parking lot. Since we were hungry, we went to have lunch in a typical German restaurant on the main street of the Old City, whose roads are paved with cobblestones and are wide enough to accommodate a single truck filled with Jews, and maybe also a small boy running alongside and hurling stones at them.  
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	<title><![CDATA[Conquering the land ]]></title>
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	<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 04:18:19 GMT+03:00</pubDate>
	<description><![CDATA[As I write this, I can only guess how all the various media outlets will mark the country's birthday. As much as I love nostalgia, the compulsive reading of the weekend papers and obsessive watching of old people singing on television - I have no intention of taking part in the celebrations this time. Because I know the naked truth about the circumstances under which the Zionist miracle came to pass: My father divulged it to me a long time ago.  
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	<title><![CDATA[Glorious heroism]]></title>
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	<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 04:18:19 GMT+03:00</pubDate>
	<description><![CDATA[This was more than soldier-guide Maya could take: One of the schoolchildren grasped the shirt of the uniform, unbuttoned it and the budding IDF breasts were exposed for all to see. Yes, it was only a mannequin, one that would be right at home in a Castro display window, but the uniform was that of the IDF and the place was the Maintenance Corps Pavilion. For several long minutes, the soldier-mannequin was left like that, with her shirt unbuttoned and her pale pink chest exposed, like some postmodern, post-Zionist installation, until Maya finally pulled herself together and determinedly buttoned up her shirt to save her from further embarrassment. Order was restored to the Maintenance Corps Pavilion. But Maya was unable to continue with the tour, and the schoolchildren from Bat Yam were abruptly sent outside with their teacher.  
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