One day recently, after the sun had set over Madrid, a "group of Spanish Jews met in a small, neat, new synagogue. On the walls hung the white and blue banner of Israel; the traditional nine candles stood against a background of gold-embroidered drapery. When the candles were lighted, old men in black skull caps joyfully started to chant the ancient Hanukkah hymn. The younger ones barely remembered the words. Once more, the Jews of Spain, who used to be the world's richest and proudest, had an open, permanent place of worship. A bent old man sighed: "Now I can...
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