Aaron Bell

Finding Eva

12/07/2009 - 19:00
In New York, it was mid-August on a Sunday morning. In Tel Aviv, it was afternoon. I took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and dialed 14 numbers. “Shalom?” said an elderly woman. “Shalom,” I replied. “And hello. I am looking for Eva H___. Are you Eva?” “Yes.” Her voice sounded guarded and cautious: “Who are you?”
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