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The Smuggler

The Smuggler - story

Iftach Alony

“The invention of the soul allows us to conceive of the body as a parasite. Hands can be objects that are devoid of feeling during the day but soft and tender at night. These actions…

The Story of a Sock

The Story of a Sock - story

Muhammad al-Asfar

I . . . am a cheap sock, I cost half a dinar. An industrial cooperative manufactured me, and my profit margin was redistributed among the elements of production. An ordinary man bought me, a…

Summer

Summer - story

Natalia Ginzburg

I was away from my children for a while. They’d gone to the seaside with my sister and my mother, I stayed in the city, my mother was angry at me because I wrote and…

Yasha’s Eternity

Yasha’s Eternity - story

Anna Starobinets

  Yasha Hein woke up while it was still dark – long before the alarm clock rang – because of a strange quietness that was filling him up from within. During the evening of the…

Two Royalists in Quatorze Juillet (a chapter from “An Iraqi in Paris”)

Two Royalists in Quatorze Juillet (a chapter from “An Iraqi in Paris”) - story

Samuel Shimon

The waiter at the Café Au Chai de l’Abbaye, Claude, asked me to finish my drink quickly. It was a quarter past two in the morning and he had to close up the café. I…

Inside Outdoors

Inside Outdoors - story

Martín Felipe Castagnet

The giant is starting to rot and Minerval still has no news from the man that’s dreaming it. The programmer must be sick, she thinks: if he were dead the forest would dissolve and then…

Impoverished

Impoverished - story

David Bergelson

I When the waste and dreariness of her life become too much for Zivia, the younger and more embittered of the two unmarried Pozis sisters, she stops eating and washing. Wearing only her shift and…

Karim the Romantic, Bather of the Dead

Karim the Romantic, Bather of the Dead - story

Ziad Khadash

“I’m a romantic, you brutes, and I adore Nizar Qabbani!” This was Karim’s only reply to people’s accusations and taunts. And it was on the basis of this reply that the camp residents had added…

Its Name is ‘Bird’

Its Name is ‘Bird’ - story

Kamal Riahi

Jalal wasn’t happy unless he was wreaking havoc. He was the village’s fearsome little devil. At any time he might raid the neighbours’ chicken coops and rabbit hutches. Then we’d see him grilling the meat…

The Treasure

The Treasure - story

Yusuf Idris

Abdul Aal was a tall, dark-skinned plain-clothes policeman. On the back of his right hand he had an open-mouthed fish with a cleft tail and a spot on its eye. Abdul Aal was a detective….