Miryam arranges her suitcase for the film crew crouching across from her in the cramped room. She holds traditional Bnei Menashe and Indian needlework to her chest, feigning packing.
She nervously answers questions in English, trying to maintain her composure in front of the blinding spotlight.
It’s cool in the cement and wood room, but the number of people – eight family members, three journalists and two Shavei Israel staff – chokes the air.
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