In Your Gates

This novella is the first. The first on a new path—the difficult path of emigration. After moving to Jerusalem, I kept silent for so long that sometimes it seemed I’d never write anything again... until one day a dazzling beam of sunlight condensed into a picture... another... while faces began to emerge in it; the sky turned a deep blue, to tears—and my entire being trembled in my first attempt to spit out at least a few words. It’s a small first novella on new ground—difficult, and completely necessary, to understand what was happening to me then: the breaking of my voice, the breaking of my life, the breaking of my style—at the gates of Yours, Jerusalem.