.The fire. I felt the fire as if I had been a pogrom in my own country. Whether on purpose or not I feel I sleep with my enemy, not a life I dreamt of. It is as if there's no place for us and not that we are out of any fault for the fire, I always talk the big picture. The picture today is very sombre and I don't like it a bit.
Tomorrow it could be a sunny day and tomorrow the last half day of hanukah and I still wait for the miracle, a great in and outside miracle, wisdom and faith.
Sanda's Place for Coffee and Voice A funny, sarcastic, humorous and sometimes not quite, journey inside and out...............only first posts, not any more...........decided to publish the good work of others
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