Jana and her sister Eva with their parents, at her father’s newspaper office in Prague, in 1958, reflected in the glass of his desk.
(photo credit: Courtesy)
Jerusalem is a city full of serendipitous encounters. Within a few short years of living here, I have reconnected with people whose paths have crossed mine over the decades in different countries. One such encounter occurred two years ago when my wife and I were invited to neighbors for Friday night dinner. We arrived a little earlier and were introduced to a couple who got there even earlier than we did. They were introduced to us as Marcel and Jana Marcus. Almost immediately I noticed their distinctive European accents. Suddenly as the woman was talking, I had a flashback to 1971, when I was a newly arrived foreign student in London.
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