Wednesday, December 19, 2007

January 28, 1992.

I dream of Fischel. He is smiling, handsome, sure of himself.
But then, I keep seeing this caricature of him. It's everywhere.
He is ugly, with buckteeth and hair that springs all over his
head. He has a mean dirty look. I am reminded of anit-semitic
posters they used to hang up during the Second World War.


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