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“He always offered me tea but never anything to eat, as though the onion and bread were part of a ritual reserved for him alone, a Jew from Lvov who had lost everything but the taste for bitterness and dry bread.”

Source: Dalia Rosenfeld’s “The Worlds We Think We Know,” in the short-story collection of the same title, which I am reading now.

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