All day long, as I carried the souls across it, that sheet was splashed with blood, until it was full and bulging to the earth.

In the evening, it would be wrung out and bleached again, ready for the next dawn.

And that was when the fighting was only during the day.

Half a red flag, two posters advertising a Jewish poet, three books, and a wooden sign with something written on it in Hebrew

A statue of the book thief stood in the courtyard. . . . It’s very rare, don’t you think, for a statue to appear before its subject has become famous.