All Whom I Have Loved by Aharon Appelfeld Read Free Book Online Page A

Halina handed me the bar, I saw her father beating her with a thick belt, and I immediately offered her half. Halina refused my offer and said, “It's for you.”
    “For you, too.” I extended the chocolate to her.
    “Only one square.”
    “Don't you like chocolate?”
    “Not that much now.”
    I asked her if I could cross the fence and enter the synagogue where the bearded Jews are.
    “Why would you want to?” she asked, with a sour expression.
    “I want to see how they pray.”
    “They don't pray nicely.”
    I climbed the fence easily and entered immediately. It was dark inside, and some bearded Jews sat around a longtable. They seemed astonished to see me and looked me up and down. One of them came up to me and asked, “What's your name?”
    I told him.
    “And what's your Jewish name?”
    “I don't know.”
    He put a skullcap on my head and said, “Come, sit with us.”
    They sat and sang with their eyes closed. Their singing was different from Mother's or Halina's. When they sang I felt that they were dredging up a viscous darkness from the bowels of the earth. And that is in fact what happened: the place was gradually filled with darkness, and the men on the benches cloaked themselves in it.
    When they finished singing I wanted to return to Halina, but the man who had taken me to the table asked, “Where is your family from?”
    I told him.
    “And will you be staying here a long time?”
    “Mother is a teacher at the school.”
    “Sit with us; we're going to sing some more,” he said, and immediately started to sing.
    These people did not look like us and were a little frightening, but for some reason I watched them closely and found myself drawn to them. At night they slipped into my dreams: an army of insects that devours everything in its path, even trees. Mother avoided them, Halina recoiled whenever we met one of them. To me, they sometimes seemed like one of the tribes that Mother told me about—the ones who sleep during the day and come awake at night, who love the moon and not the sun. The other tribes refer to them scornfully as “creatures of the night,” but they are proud of their beliefs and claim that the light of the moon ismore beautiful than the light of the sun, that it opens the heart to tranquillity and peace.
    I left, and Halina was waiting for me outside. Her face was filled with anxiety and displeasure. “Why did you stay so long?”
    “I listened to the singing.”
    “And what did they ask you?”
    “They asked me my name.”
    “What else?”
    “That's all.”
    “Don't go there anymore.”
    “Why?”
    “They are not honest people.”
    Then she added, “They steal.”
    When Mother returned home I did not tell her that I had visited the bearded Jews.
    I tell her very little these days, for I feel that her thoughts are elsewhere, and I repeatedly ask myself what she could be hiding from me. Sometimes it seems to me that she is drawing close to people whom she knew many years ago, but other times this impression recedes, and I see that her life is now free of Father's terror. Her gestures are more fluid, and she speaks freely, giving examples that make things understandable.
    That evening I asked Mother, “Can I say that I'm a Jew?”
    “To whom?”
    “At the candy store.”
    “They know.”
    At night I dreamed that the bearded Jews tied me up me in the synagogue. I saw Halina and shouted for help, butshe was clasped in her fiancé's embrace and didn't notice me. With all my might, I tried to free myself from my captors, but my arms were heavy, paralyzed. I awoke from sheer terror.
    “What happened, my love?” Mother awoke, too.
    “I was dreaming.”
    “Just disregard it,” she said, as if it were unimportant, immediately falling back to sleep.

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    One evening a tall, blond man appeared at the door and Mother went to greet him. The man stared at me without saying a word. Mother's face filled with light and they began talking animatedly, as if they had known