The Music of Torah: "grandfather played chess with happened to be the owner of a small bungalo in the off season at a time period in Poland when shelter for a jew must have been difficult to obtain (as I write this I am sure it is a gross understatement) in Poland during the war. I remember my grandfather's gestures as he spoke the very familiar tale.
As they sat down to play chess (my grandfather knew the art of schmoozing) his gracious host gestured casually to some fruit on the table and offered him something to eat. Oh no, my grandfather said,"
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