fiction by Michal Govrin


The award-winning Israeli novelist re-visions Jerusalem.

When the call came from Alain, it took me a while to make out who was talking. The strained voice (as if he hadn’t stopped running since that night) obscured the reserve I remembered. “Ilana was killed in an accident on the Strasbourg-Munich autobahn. Yes, she was driving alone, at night, to lecture at an architects’ convention… I went with the boys to the funeral in Haifa…,” He managed to say before his voice cracked.

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