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Chapter 6
“Overtheresomewhere,”Isaid.“ThatnameyoujustspokewaswhattheJewscalledit.Butwecalleditsomethingelse.Wecalledit...Iforget.”
“Listentotheyoungster,”myfatherchuckled.“You’dthinkhe’dbenthere.”
Inoddedmyhead,forinthatmomentIknewIhadbeenthere,thoughallseemedstrangelydifferent.Myfatherlaughedtheharder,butthemissionarythoughtIwasmakinggameofhim.Hehandedmeanotherphotograph.Itwasjustableakwasteofalandscape,barrenoftreesandvegetation,ashallowcanyonwitheasy-slopingwallsofrubble.Inthemiddledistancewasaclusterofwretched,flat-roofedhovels.
“Now,myboy,whereisthat?”themissionaryquizzed.
Andthenamecametome!
“Samaria,”Isaidinstantly.
Myfatherclappedhishandswithglee,mymotherwasperplexedatmyanticconduct,whilethemissionaryevincedirritation.
“Theboyisright,”hesaid.“ItisavillageinSamaria.Ipassedthroughit.ThatiswhyIboughtit.Anditgoestoshowthattheboyhasseensimilarphotographsbefore.”
Thismyfatherandmotherdenied.
