Isaiah foretells the advance of the Assyrians over the hill from Ai, swallowing up village after village. 'O poor Anathoth,' he exclaims (Isaiah X 30).
It was the home of Jeremiah where the almond tree, blossoming after winter, challenged him. I recall visiting the village early in February in the Forties and, to my delight, seeing almond blossoms on the outskirts of the village. But I have been back more recently and found the fields on the Jerusalem side of the divided village a graveyard for abandoned vehicles. Not a tree in sight. Yet again is the voice heard: 'O poor Anathoth'.
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