“And why are you sharing this with me? Why don’t you tell my master?”
S
himon traveled as far as he could from his family. He wanted no reminders of his community or the evils he had perpetrated against them. He settled in a busy city and worked as a lowly delivery boy for an Arab merchant who sold carpets.
One day, Shimon was approached by someone his age who wore a very friendly smile and oozed charisma and charm.
“Greetings, brother, my name is Falik. I noticed you are new to our beautiful city and wanted to personally welcome you.”
“Thank you. I appreciate the greetings, Falik. My name is Shimon.”
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