"There Are Too Many of Them"
"Don't be," Vlera comforted me. "It doesn't irritate us as much as you think. Just say you are Jewish."
"I hate Russia," said Bekum.
"Have you ever been there?"
"No. But I am sick of Slavic peoples."
"I'm not Slavic," I said, before I could stop myself.
"I know. You are Jewish."
"Yes."
"Do you think I'm wrong?" This was a loyalty test.
"As a matter of fact, I do."
We fell silent. It was too clear that I was too tired and Bekum too uninterested to continue the discussion.
Maybe I put this off until my last day so that I would feel disgusted enough to want to go home. It's time. The other night I dreamed my dog told me she was in love with a Rottweiler. I took this to mean I had been away for too long and had grown too aware of provenance. At least I didn't dream she said she was in love with a Dalmatian.
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