Ecuador: Eight Years on Ararat:
The Story of a South American Haven
The family of Ecuadorians who in 1938 invited me to spend Christmas with them were surprised when I rose to leave after dinner instead of waiting to go with them to the misa de gallo (Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve).
“I suppose you know I am a Jew,” I explained.
“But what does that matter?” my host replied. “Jew or Christian, we are all Catholics, aren’t we?”
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