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click here.It starts out in a funny, sentimental way, to which Tammuz's idiosyncratic Hebrew doubtlessly contributes. However, at about the middle it deteriorates into a series of anecdotes about the Jewish Underground, always nicely and honestly told, but at times quite pointless and pathetic. And the unexpectedly solemn ending makes me think that the whole process of becoming depicted in the book serves as an allegory which has already made my brain hurt.