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Watching Elie

URL: http://www.jewishjournal.com/opinion/article/watching_elie_20020531

I have been here less than two months, from Iran by way of Washington, D.C., and my very first days in Los Angeles are strange and lonely. I gravitate toward a nearby public library. In a strange city, it is water in the wilderness. I glance around, and spot something familiar, not in appearance but in nature. It is just a word that draws my attention. The word is Jewish. I walk close to it. "The Jewish Journal," reads the cover page of a newspaper laying on the stand alongside other papers. I would like to take a look at it, but another feeling runs through me: I am a little bit unsure whether to touch it. Again I am in a new place, in a new situation and concerned with not doing anything against the rules; I look around to find a person in charge to ask some questions. I find someone standing not far, looking at me. "Can I take a look at this paper?....How much is it?....Free? Great!"

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