by Lou Gottlieb | Apr 22, 2024 | Memory
I was a merchant in Jerusalem. I sold tall clay jars and wine in tall jars in a narrow stall on a big street of such stalls. My business was a profitable one, I made a good living, and I enjoyed my work. I had many friends, some very close. My wife was a wonderful...
by Lou Gottlieb | Dec 4, 2023 | Essay
Conscience …… is called the Representative of the Creator. – Gurdjieff Conscience is a dog that does not stop us from passing, but that we cannot prevent from barking. – Nicolas de Chamfort Conscience is a man’s compass, and though...
by Lou Gottlieb | Sep 7, 2023 | Memory
How I became a Nazi I keep on trying to understand the event I know caused me to become a Nazi. It is imprinted on my memory: I am locked into a smallish room with only me, my wife and my daughter in the room. The two of them...
by Lou Gottlieb | Sep 6, 2023 | Memory
I wish to confess to you, before I am dead myself. Even to wish to be chosen as a kapo, as the head of a work crew, is an act of supreme egotism: to choose your own survival over another’s survival is understandable; to do so repeatedly is an act of monstrous egotism....
by Lou Gottlieb | Oct 20, 2022 | Story
Most of these stories are part of a now-136-story collection. The inspiration was from an exercise suggested by my teacher, Mrs. Staveley in the 1980s: “Ask yourself where you were at the Crucifixion.” She thought most of us had been in the crowd,...
