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Palestine 1947
The cabin looked to be a typical timber frame, like anything you’d see along the shores of Lake Ontario or further north, bordering Algonquin Park. Not that I ventured out into the countryside much. Typically, dark, and dank, these cabins tended to smell of mold and mildew with little access to natural light. Schlomo held the door for Irit and me. I ducked under his arm and went in after her. The living space consisted of one large room. Around the perimeter, some sagging couches that had seen better days. Toward the back wall, a roughhewn dining table and lopsided chairs. I’d been right about the gloom. Set in among the trees, the branches threw a lot of shade. No one invested in the brightest light bulbs. They were costly and electricity didn’t come cheaply, either. S
