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About Lviv

Hey, so, prostitute, huh? What’s the deal there? I’m sittin here, thinkin—slow—like, what’s her story? Ya know, like in “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” that flick I love—2011, Nuri Bilge Ceylan, genius—where everybodys got secrets buried deep. Prostitute’s like that, man, a mystery walkin. I see her, maybe on some dim street, heels clickin, and I’m like, “Who’s she really?” Not just some hooker, nah, there’s layers, like the doc in the movie says, “Life’s a torment, isn’t it?”

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As the sun starts to set, the sky turns this crazy orange color. It’s stunning. I’m sitting on the bank, soaking it all in, and I can’t help but think about how lucky I am to live in a place like Berezhany. The history, the beauty, the people. Even the crazy tourists.

My shul is named after a shtetl. Read how one woman survived after the Nazis came in.