Raphael remains behind, pensive. He hopes his revelation hasn’t messed things up too much for Gedalya
In an apartment building in Dresden’s Old Town, a man sits scratching his forehead.
“What is it?” Inge asks, about to leave for the Postplatz station.
“I made a mistake,” he says.
“Only one?” she asks. Nur einer?
Raphael closes his laptop. “Well, today’s mistake was telling Dudi Silver that I’d been learning with his brother Gedalya. And that I still learn with him once a week on the phone.”
“Ah, the Talmud?” That big, cumbersome, dark red book that sits in their bookcase, spoiling its neatness with its shabby binding and all the text going backward.
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