God is hiding in the shadow of concealment, is he really hiding? Childhood is homeland. What is the childhood of a barber in Shafrir Havion? Cairo is a real and distant homeland for him, of Arabic and French, and above them a wonderful Hebrew of poetry and study and longing for another homeland, a homeland that is all imagined in words - the Land of Israel. And here, in this real, non-imaginary childhood - the Jerusalem homeland of Beit-Mazmil with its Arab scents, and Ein Kerem with its monastery that sows mystery and horror - here a wide fan of times and spaces unfolds before us, all a twisted web of dreams and their fragments. And the story unfolds from the milk of the unforgettable, through the pogrom in a town in Ukraine, from the search for the missing children in devastated Europe, and the escape from Tripoli in Libya between waves and Englishmen, to the taste of the kibbutz oranges, the whole of Israel folded under their skins - the love of the golden apple. Is it unrequited love? The story of the loss of childhood is the story of the acquisition of a new homeland, of its hopes, of its suffering, of the truth that is always hidden in it. And this whole story has a special grace, the grace of solving the riddle of the incarnation of Nigun - Hasidic? east? Sabri? His grandmother added a special afterword to this jubilee edition.
