The Cohen Thread

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The Cohen Thread

PART I The morning I came to America, the air smelled like salt and diesel and hope. I stood on Ellis Island at nineteen years old, holding my mother's hand and listening to the inspector call names in a language I barely understood. The line moved slowly. People whispered to each other in Yiddish and Russian and Italian. I said nothing. I was tired from the boat and afraid of the man with the...

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