The Invention of Solitude

dozens of works, talented, didn ’ t manage to ex hibit, did not show in public. During the three years of war worked among children as educator, teacher, made stage sets, costumes for the children ’ s productions, received awards. Now together with me, we are preparing to receive death …. I want my little daughter to be remembered. Margalit, 20 months old today. Has mastered Yiddish perfectly, speaks a pure Yiddish. At 9 months began to speak Yiddish clearly. In intelligence she is on a par with 3- or 4-year old children. I don ’ t want to brag about her. Witnesses to this, who tell me about it, are the teaching staff of the school at Nowolipki 68 …. I am not sorry about my life and that of my wife. But I am sorry for the gifted little girl. She deserves to be remem bered also …. May we be the redeemers for all the rest of the Jews in the whole world. I believe in the survival of our people. Jews will not be annihilated. We, the Jews of Poland, Czechoslovakia, Lith uania, Latvia, are the scapegoat for all Israel in all the other lands. ”

    Standing and watching. Sitting down. Lying in bed. Walking through the streets. Eating his meals at the Square Diner, alone in a booth, a newspaper spread out on the table before him. Opening his mail. Writing letters. Standing and watching. Walking through the streets. Learning from an old English friend, T., that both their families had originally come from the same town (Stanislav) in Eastern Europe. Before World War I it had been part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire; between the wars it had been part of Poland; and now, since the end of World War II, part of the Soviet Union. In the first letter from T. there is some speculation that they might, after all, be cousins. A second letter, however, offers clarification. T. has learned from an ancient aunt that in Stanislav his family was quite wealthy; A. ’ s family, on the other hand (and this is consistent with everything he has ever known), was poor. The story is that one of A. ’ s relatives (an uncle or cousin of some sort) lived in a small cottage on the property of T. ’ s family. He fell in love with the young lady of the household, proposed marriage, and was turned down. At that point he left Stanislav forever.
    What A. finds particularly fascinating about this story is that the man ’ s name was precisely the same as his son ’ s.
    Some weeks later he reads the following entry in the Jewish Encyclopedia:
    AUSTER, DANIEL (1893-1962). Israel lawyer and mayor of Jerusalem. Auster, who was born in Stanislav (then Western Galicia), studied law in Vienna, graduated in 1914, and moved to Palestine. During World War I he served in the Austrian expeditionary force headquarters in Damascus, where he assisted Arthur Ruppin in sending financial help from Constantinople to the starving yishu v. After the war he established a law practice in Jerusalem that represented several Jewish-Arab interests, and served as secretary of the Legal Department of the Zionist Commission (1919, 20). In 1934 Auster was elected a Jerusalem councillor; in 1935 he was appointed deputy mayor of Jerusalem; and in 1936-38 and 1944-45 he was acting mayor. Auster represented the Jewish case against internationalization of Jerusalem brought before the United Nations in 1947-48. In 1948 Auster (who represented the Progressive Party) was elected mayor of Jerusalem, the first to hold that office in an independent Israel. Auster held that post until 1951. He also served as a member of the Provisional Council of Israel in 1948. He headed the Israel United Nations Association from its inception until his death. ”
    All during the three days he spent in Amsterdam, he was lost. The plan of the city is circular (a series of concentric circles, bisected by canals, a cross-hatch of hundreds of tiny br idges, each one connecting to another, and then another, as though endlessly), and you cannot simply “ follow ” a street as you can in other cities. To get somewhere you have to know in advance where you are go ing. A. did not, since he was a stranger, and moreover found himself curiously reluctant to consult a map. For three days it rained, and for three days he walked around in circles. He realized that in comparison to New York (or New Amsterdam, as he was fond of saying to himself after he returned), Amsterdam was a small place, a city whose streets could probably be memorized in ten days. And yet, even if he was lost, would it not have been possi