"He gave a sniff and told me that entertainment for its own sake is for people who do not value their souls”
S
isters, Wilhelm once told him, are a home-grown espionage system. Felix had thought his friend was exaggerating as usual, but the last few weeks have shown him otherwise.
Already Emmy has twice asked him for an explanation for a certain pensive look that, apparently, fell upon him in the late evening hours, and even hinted that it might be connected to a certain individual. He’d shrugged her off with what he hoped was nonchalance, tried not to protest too heavily.
But she was right. Every time his mind was not firmly distracted, it returned to Chasya. I am going to Eretz Yisrael.
How? Why? When? Really? Alone? But what about—
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