The Place Where the Repentant Stand
One evening in the summer of 2011 my phone rang. On the other end of the line was our friend Zvi Marshak from Tel-Aviv:
I just returned from a vacation in Lithuania. Amongst other places, I visited the town of my birth, Shaki. I was hosted by the last Jewess in the place, Sarah Ushpitz. During the conversation, she told me that not long before my visit, a local gentile came into her house holding a stone. He said some very interesting things:
“I was in a field today which was formerly the Jewish cemetery. Suddenly I came across a strange stone. I picked it up and cleaned it a bit from dirt that was stuck to it. It looked like it was a fragment from an old Jewish gravestone. I decided to bring it to you since you are the only Jewish person I know.”
Sarah continued telling that she hadn’t been able to analyze the writing on the stone, but she could tell they were Hebrew letters. Therefore, the man placed the fragment in the courtyard of her home and continued on his way.
Sarah continued telling that she hadn’t been able to decipher the writing on the stone, but she could tell they were Hebrew letters. Therefore, the man placed the fragment in the courtyard of her home and continued on his way”.
Zvi Marshak’s story was quite surprising. I knew that the Jewish cemetery in Shaki had been completely uprooted, probably by the Soviets. My linguistic editor Esther Goldenberg, whose father had been a rabbi in Shaki before the First World War, had sent me several years earlier a picture of the place: a plowed field covered by green grass. Is it still possible to find there a fragment of a gravestone today?


