Jerusalem Walks Leon's Walks

The harm in being forced to eat

I was proud of my brother and tried to emulate him

Raymon's death

visit to a wounded brother led to celebrating Succot and homage to the martyrs of the Gaza envelope..

Boulders of ice rolled down the corrugated iron roof

To his great surprise, he became a grandfather for the third time

Childhood anger

A Jewish family leaves Zarasai, where their ancestors lived for one hundred years, to settle in Asveja and later to South Africa

Ginger went out into the dark and rainy night. Driven, as if by a force beyond control, to consort with a female feline, the tomcat...

Note: I have put the story in my father’s mouth, as I believe he would have told it, had he been able. We had a child, a son, and wanted...

Sin for me meant doing something bad to a woman. Theft held no attraction for me. I never longed to own something belonging to someone...

"Put your child back in school", my old uncle Louie, looking through half-shut eyes, filled with smoke, hurled this command, at his...

In the eyes of my parents, I was a strange boy. When vacation time came around I was out looking for work while my friends sunbathed at...

I'd started with a bag full of marbles and ended with two. I kicked my feet against the wall, shifting my last two glass pebbles from one...

David Super calls himself Dovid, the way David is pronounced in Yiddish, the language spoken in Eastern Europe, where Jews had lived for...

The first time in my life that I set eyes on a dead human being was a month ago in Toronto. Raymond’s wife had told me he was in the...

I released the handbrake of the brand new Hudson. The sensation of holding the steering wheel, like dad, as the vehicle rolled backward,...

I passed Matric. Successful me, from now on smooth sailing, the world at my feet, like a sweet apple waiting for me to take a bite. No...

The daily order of events took an ominously different turn after I began walking, my knapsack on my back, I’d left out my task of...

Thousands of kilometres and I’d never had a puncture, thanks to Eli. He’d checked my tyres for donkeys years. One day his mother died....