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Cedars of Lebanon:
How I Chose to Come Here

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Two women directed me to a hostel owned by a man called Machover on the other side of the large courtyard. I crossed over and entered the inn. There I was received by the innkeeper himself, a middle-aged man with a distracted expression and a thick beard.

“Can I put up here until after Passover?” I asked him.

Instead of replying, he asked me in a low and mysterious voice, “Running away from the priziv [military service]?”



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