R. Abraham Saba of Spain, in Portugal, 1407 Now Portugal too has changed. In Guimares, the town crier said all books and phylacteries must be turned over at the Lisbon synagogue on pain of death. We listened, I stood trembling. Before we reached the city, I buried my manuscripts-- last memories of Spain-- under the roots of an olive tree. This morning, a man they beat with straps for not letting go of a book of prayers was kicked to the ground and taken. Here in the courtyard of the great synagogue, none of us knows what's next.
R. Abraham Saba of Spain, in Portugal, 1407. .
Barber, Jennifer
R. Abraham Saba of Spain, in Portugal, 1407 Now Portugal too has changed. In Guimares, the town crier said all books and phylacteries must be turned over at the Lisbon synagogue on pain of death. We listened, I stood trembling. Before we reached the city, I buried my manuscripts-- last memories of Spain-- under the roots of an olive tree. This morning, a man they beat with straps for not letting go of a book of prayers was kicked to the ground and taken. Here in the courtyard of the great synagogue, none of us knows what's next.