If I left Israel, how could I long for the Diaspora?
I considered becoming a citizen of some Central European country, but it looks like I'll remain a prisoner of Zion.
A few weeks ago, my only brother called me from his home in foreign parts with what he described as “wonderful news.” “It turns out that we can get a Polish passport,” he exulted over the phone. “Are you off your rocker?” I replied, suggesting that he should bite his tongue, and adding that it’s a good thing our mother is dead and can’t hear the nonsense he’s spouting. To which...
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