Meir Panim’s Tiberias Free Restaurant not only provides warm meals, but the opportunity to socialize as well.
No amount of erasing or cutting can remove that film from memory, or wipe away our government’s responsibility.
About the Author: Faigie Heiman is an accomplished short-story and essay writer and the author of a popular memoir titled “Girl For Sale.” Born and raised in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, she has lived in Israel for more than fifty years.
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I first met Mandela in Geneva in 1990 as part of a delegation of American Jewish leaders.
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