This is a short but fascinating memoir by Aharon Appelfield, who moved to Jerusalem in 1946 and has lived there ever since. It is intriguingly illustrated with forty paintings by his son, Meir.

Appelfield was originally from Europe, and he was there at a very bad time. We learn from this book a little about what Europe still means to him, and what Israel and Jerusalem mean to him as well. And there is plenty about his reactions to Judaism and Jewish culture.

I recommend this book.