| If you were a Jew you needed no last name … we were all one big family … and we all had the same tsuris, excuse me, I mean troubles…
Shtetl is the story only about what life was like in my shtetl, a small Jewish village in Eastern Europe. At one time, there were many shtetls in Eastern Europe, but they and the lives led in them are no more.
And I am the last remembered patriarch of the family in this story.
I began my physical life on earth in the year 1820. The… |
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