FROM "RITUALS OF MOURNING"
LATE ONE AFTERNOON in December 1993, a few days after arriving in Uzbekistan, my travelling companions and I ventured into Tashkent’s Jewish quarter. Meandering through the narrow, maze-like streets, searching for signs of Jewish life, we stopped passers-by to ask if they could direct us to a synagogue. One man seemed to know and tried to help, but others gave us puzzled looks and walked away. Click here to read more