I Every winter the wind sweeps down from the north and storms and dashes against the slopes of Mount Tabor, which stands completely exposed on all sides. It races wildly along, uprooting the thorns and thistles at the foot of…
Short stories from Ottoman Palestine
I Every winter the wind sweeps down from the north and storms and dashes against the slopes of Mount Tabor, which stands completely exposed on all sides. It races wildly along, uprooting the thorns and thistles at the foot of…