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“The road to Sepharad does not end at the border of Spain or Portugal. It ends when the descendant feels, for the first time, that they are no longer in exile. It ends when the shadows of the past are finally met with the light of the present. Beyond the passport lies a future where the Sephardim are no longer a people defined by their expulsion, but a people defined by their return. We have pulled the ancestors from oblivion. Now, it is our turn to walk the path they could only dream of".”

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Book:The Road to Sepharad: My Years Inside the Sephardic Citizenship Gold Rush: How Spain and Portugal opened, and then closed, the Door to the Past
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