Voyages Page #2

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Where were we?

Katowice is here.

About 2 hours' drive.

You live right in Tel Aviv?

In a suburb.

I have a lovely garden.

Do you ever miss Paris?

Sometimes, yes.

Yes.

I like remembering that.

Strangely, just before I joined this trip

By pure chance!

She recognized me.

It often happens.

My wife's cousin and her sister

were neighbors for 30 years,

unawares.

Ruthman's wife.

He worked on Rue Poissonniere.

I knew it well.

Near the Rex. A belt factory,

run by a burly guy,

What's the difference?

Leon Tordjman, Joe Schmo Tordjman...

My landlord in Paris

I'm eating!

They walked right past each other!

On the other hand,

when I sold neckties,

I knew people who traced relatives,

only to find total strangers

with exactly the same name!

A customer of mine

saw his own obituary in Le Figaro.

What upset him most?

The paper comes out, nobody calls!

Not one friend!

- If he's dead...

- Not even his son.

He says "You're Max Klein?"

I say "So what if I am?"

"I'm Nathan Wurman. Remember me?

How are you doing, old friend?"

I think "Wurman?

He insists, so we meet in a caf.

There, I see an old fellow

I don't recognize.

You know who it was?

We'd slept together,

worked together, seen it all together!

We were children.

Two little children.

From his wallet, he brings out

My parents!

I'd smuggled it into the camp.

Wurman found it near my blanket

- you know how we slept -

and he kept it.

I didn't even know he was alive.

He gave it back.

It was fantastic.

He asked if I got a German pension,

then we parted. Had a coffee,

I want him to know.

You have children?

No, unfortunately.

I'm here for my wife.

- Not eating, Dad?

- Not hungry.

- Heartburn?

- No, I'm not hungry.

Are you in trouble?

Yes, big trouble.

Cracked radiator.

Definitely.

Look! Spare seats!

We could get a ride.

No, I'm staying here.

Why? They have empty seats.

I came with the group,

I stay with the group.

They're lucky.

- Not too cold?

- No, it feels good!

What did I tell you? Snow!

So there were 71 of us.

Two of us had pistols.

A friend and I.

The rest were untrained.

They weren't soldiers.

I'd been in the army...

It won't last. It'll melt.

Henri!

Come on!

A lulav. For Sukkoth prayers.

It was a beautiful country, nonetheless.

Come on! All aboard!

Something wrong?

Your asthma?

I knew we shouldn't have come.

What's the point?

You'll never understand.

You're at it again?

You push me to the limit,

time and time again.

Me?

I want no more to do with you.

You made me unhappy.

You always were unhappy.

All your life, always moaning!

Living with ghosts!

While I do what? Listen?

Do you ever think about me?

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