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malkah, magnes, and the military police

Malkah was at the Madrid airport, as wholesome as she could be. She had a husband with her and two squeaky clean children with her. And all their camping gear. And all her archives notes. And all her permissions to conduct research. And she got detained anyway trying to leave the country.  It wasn’t the […]

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playing dead — a kaddish for George Leonard

The first time I played the Samurai Game, I died before the War even began.  What happened was that our Daimyo had chosen me Second in Command.  I was very honored and gave my allegiance willingly, eagerly, and with a complete sense of authenticity.  I was ready to play the Game.  What in the world […]