For the family of Yakob, the childhood friend with whom I used to play in this city of Jerusalem, it is the year 4859-he always takes great pride in telling me that Judaism is a far older religion than mine.
However, tomorrow, life will undertake to separate us, and we must each set off in search of our own path, our own destiny or our own way of facing death.Īs far as our family is concerned, today is the fourteenth of July, 1099. I am only twenty-one, my parents gave me love and an education, and I married a woman I love and who loves me in return.
