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1 What astonishes me about Oppenheim’s photograph is the touch of the twigs. The woman is supposedly sleeping, lying on a bed of twigs. Despite the tranquil look on her face and the suspended animation of her sun-stippled body, the fingers spread under her nape relate that she’s not comfortable. It scratches. The photographer is Naftali Oppenheim, from Kibbutz Ein Gev, on...