My grandfather was a rabbi and he was a widower who lived alone in a small apartment in Brooklyn that was my favorite place in the world when I was growing up, partly because it was filled with his very gentle, very courtly presence and partly because it was filled with books.
باپیرم ڕه‌به‌ند بوو وه‌ بێوه‌ پیاویش بوو که‌ به‌ته‌نها له‌ یه‌که‌یه‌کی نیشته‌جێبوون له‌ بڕۆکلی ده‌ژیا ئه‌وه‌ش به‌لای منه‌وه‌ خۆشترین جێگابوو له‌ جیهاندا که‌ له‌سه‌ره‌تای گه‌وره‌بوونم دا بووم به‌شێکی به‌هۆی ئه‌وه‌وه‌ بوو که‌ پڕبوو له‌ بونی نه‌رمونیان، پڕله‌ بزه‌ی شیرینی ئه‌و به‌شێکی به‌هۆی ئه‌وه‌وه‌بوو که‌ پڕبوو له‌کتێب