Call me Klum, for I am nothing.
It was cold at my father’s funeral, and someone threw his cloak over me. The words poured out by themselves, from Scripture and from some other place. When the words ended, tears flowed, and then the light went out: I was blind, just as I’d foretold. “May Your word be fulfilled.” I told the empress: my people are in danger, there will be a slaughter, then they will slander us. My sight will return when I face the sun.
I covered the weeping girl with the hem of my fur coat and led her away from the assembly. I asked her name and joked about a work record book. Then I stopped joking: I hired her and demanded the truth. How many attackers, where will they break through? She didn’t know. She knew only one thing: turn me to the sun. I took her to Gelendzhik to meet the dawn. Then I ordered my husband to arm the cadets.
My wife’s call was short: “Darling, arm the cadets, I have a bad feeling.” The prophecy stopped being a spiritual oracle and became almost a military order.
At the Western Wall she will say what not everyone heard: that two neighboring countries have been weighed, that the war will be long and ruinous, that a million will perish, but when it ends Israel will be comforted. And in the next chapter we learn how all this ties to what Putin’s wife decided and who turned out to be guilty.
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