My grandmother and Israel, a story of exile and return
Having left Israel for the U.S. in the 1960s, when my grandmother returned a few years ago the country was unrecognizable from the dusty roads, horse-drawn carts, and village cleaner with the numbers of Treblinka on his forearm.
My grandmother, Ruth Kamin, used to scoff when anyone mentioned the Palestinians.
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