My Son the Soldier

July 2006, an hour before sunset. In my home near Tel Aviv, the phone rings. It is my son David. I hadn’t heard from him for a whole week. I was happy that he had found the time to phone us, and was even more happy to know that he was alright. David, 21 years...

Le matin du 1er mai 1945

Damla Cuhadar – Texte / Text Histoire écrite en français / Story written in French Le matin du 1er mai 1945 « Maman, maman ! C’est fini, la guerre est finie ! Vous entendez ? Il n’y aura plus de soldats allemands ! » Un petit garçon avait crié gaiement. On pouvait...