#jacobo timerman

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Once when my wife had just arrived for a visit in New York, the taxi driver, an American Jew, asked her where she was from. She said Israel. He said her accent didn't sound Israeli. She explained she was Argentine before she was Israeli. 'Do you know Jacobo Timerman?' he asked her. 'Yes,' she said, she knew him. 'Maybe you can tell me then,' he said, 'why he writes all those bad things about Israel.'' 'Aren't they true?' she asked. 'Of course they're true,' the taxi driver said. 'But why does he have to tell the truth to the goyim?'

Jacobo Timerman, interviewed by Richard H. Curtiss

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"No somos pobres. Somos frívolos y huecos". Jacobo Timerman, citado en The New Yorker en 1986.

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Tonight, a gaurd, not following the rules, leaves the peephole ajar. I wait a while to see what will happen but it remains open. Standing on tiptoe, I peer out. There's a narrow corridor, and across from my cell I can see at least two other doors. Indeed, I have a full view of two doors. What a sensation of freedom! An entire universe added to my Time, that elongated time which hovers over me oppressively in the cell. Time, that dangerous enemy of man, when its exsistence, duration, and eternity are virtually palpable.

Prisoner Without a Name, Cell Without a Number