Charles Wengrov

“ On the day before Pesach I found my way to the market place. I loitered around the vegetable stands and watched every buyer like a hawk. Hours passed, and still I stood there watching. It was after noon when a coach and horse drew up. A servant climbed down from his seat next to the driver, with a basket in his hand, and opened the door of the coach.
The man who stepped down looked important. His clothes were so rich. And there was nothing to show that he was a Jew. I watched closely as he chose the vegetables for his servant to buy. He bought much. ”

“ With a happy step I boarded the ship that was to bring me back to this city and to my family. The sun shone bright on a glistening sea, and a good wind filled the sails. My heart was light, and I looked forward to being back in my own home for Pesach, after being away for two years. ”

“ He was back in his coach, the servant was beside the driver, and the horses galloped off.
"Who is that man?" I asked the vegetable dealer. "Where does he live?" The dealer told me that the man was a high government official who lived in the rich part of town. ”