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Zion is being published in every city. The whole country is sharpening sacrificial knives. And what is it you’re defending? A black suit? A fur cap? A beard and sidelocks? A rest on the Sabbath? A few festivals based on fairy tales? A few prayers in a dead language? A severed foreskin? Is that what it means to be a Jew? Bah! We’re just as disgusting as everyone else! So, why not blend in? We’ll move to the United States. There, all citizens live in palaces and have their teeth plated gold. Nobody pays attention to your name, and no one asks you where you’re from. Their only interest is how much you have. And we have a fortune. We will be welcomed. We can apply for permits to leave today. Let’s cut our roots!”
    That afternoon, they brought the tub with the two enraptured corpses down to the Dnieper and slipped it into the water. Like a small white ship, it was carried by the current toward the reddish sun. The bees, in a compact black cloud, went along with it.
    Alejandro, Teresa, and the four children abandoned the empty hives and left Odessa with the clothes they were wearing—and the jewel casket my grandmother hung between her breasts. Then they rented a hotel room in Elisavetgrad. Thanks to Alejandro’s Polish name and the magic of a few gold coins, they had no trouble acquiring an exit visa.
    “I grant the present certificate to the subject Alejandro Jaimovich Jodorowsky, thirty-six years of age, native of the district of Zlatopol, Administrative Department of Kiev. This certificate confirms that there exists no impediment with regard to the Municipality of Zlatopol to the aforementioned Alejandro emigrating along with his wife, Teresa Jodorowsky, maiden name Groismann, thirty years of age, and their children Benjamín and Jaime, born on July 25, 1901, and Lola and Fanny, born on July 4, 1902. In accordance with the protocols of the municipality, it has been determined that the aforementioned Alejandro Jodorowsky and his family have committed no crimes, criminal or civil. I, Vladimir Grigorievich Shevchenko, notary, in my offices located on Upenchaya Street, number 27, in Elisavetgrad, delivered the original and the copy of the aforementioned document to the Jodorowsky family, who reside in the vicinity of the third commissariat of Elisavetgrad. On this day, the 14th of March, 1909.”
    What immense joy! With that scrap of paper they could get to the other side of the world! A series of stamps, seals, signatures, and sonorous words that conferred freedom: Code, Document, Certificate, Subject, Power, Family, Crimes, Commissariat, Administration! “This Vladimir is a ridiculous madman,” Teresa observed after an attack of happiness, and she led the family into a large store to dress her entire family in the style of the goyim.
    They bought third-class tickets and, after filling a couple of baskets with food, they boarded a train that would leave them in Paris. There they would obtain visas for the United States and take a ship leaving Marseille. On the ship, they would learn English and forget Yiddish and Russian forever.
    They ate cream herring, blinis, pickles, and apple pie. Only when their stomachs were full did they raise their eyes to observe the other passengers, the goyim. What they could plainly see, and the fact upset them, was that the car was filled with miserable-looking Jews. Pretending that the emigrants didn’t exist, Teresa belched, sighed with satisfaction, and hugged the precious coffer even more tightly against her chest. She first made sure the children were asleep, and then, to attract her husband’s attention, she pinched his leg.
    “It’s going to be a long night, Alejandro. Now that we’re well on the way, I’ll have time to tell you what your children have been up to these past five years.”
    It took my grandfather an hour before he could concentrate his wife’s stories. Seeing so many Jews piled up on the narrow benches, carrying packages wrapped in faded shreds of cloth,