Old Jewish quarter in Arad. Now mostly in ruins, old houses empty and deserted. It was once a thriving community. Parts of the neighborhood are being refurbished and another is for years lived by Roma families. In a twist of fate two communities different but at times equally discriminated both spent time in these walls. My past, my family, and my roots are slowly fading in this city. Other peoples are born there and live there. The city is kept alive. Their city. For my part I can only find ghosts.
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