I It’s August 1977, your year abroad in Israel. You survive a khamsin, a hot desert wind that lasts three days. Lying on the […]
Category: fiction
E.P. Lande – “Chagall in Sils Maria”
“You have to understand,” Irmgard explained to Jane and me the evening before our departure, “spending time like this with Chagall is a privilege. […]