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Agamben, Texas-based, independent journalist writing mostly about life in the zone of sacrifice. Author of Satan's Silence, Sybil Exposed. naess2@gmail.com

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Microwave Confidential

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By Laurie Joachim, Debbie Nathan Verified, Thomas Beller
| Mr. Beller's Neighborhood
Friends who don’t live in New York City often ask me what’s the toughest thing about living here. My go to answer is always: Finding a place to live. I want enough space for all my ridiculous possessions and fabulous frocks. I want my bed to not be part of the kitchen. Though the thought of grabbing a beer out of the fridge while in bed has its appeal. I don’t want my bathtub to double as my kitchen sink. But the number one challenge of finding an apartment in NYC; I have to be able to afford it.
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They escaped the Nazi genocide, but these ‘Wanderers’ still went through hell

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By Debbie Nathan Verified
| Forward Verified
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The Jewish Journalist at the Flea Market

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By Debbie Nathan Verified, Benjamin Watson, Thomas Beller
| Mr. Beller's Neighborhood
I started freaking out when I saw the vintage coat. It was Saturday, a sunny and unusually warm day, the first day of spring, and I wanted a break from the endless immigrant rights meetings, the sign-making prep for No Kings 3, the bleak New York Times, Free Free Free Palestine, the strictly correct Guardian, the internet in general. I wanted the buzzy, soothing, wacky, shopping of a good flea market. I went to the one in Chelsea, at 25th and Sixth.
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