
Banhus
Alice meets a man who loves languages, who consumes them as one would a delicious meal. She’s happy to teach him the Yiddish she knows—but he wants more. “Banhus” is about language, conquest, and finding freedom.
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The Creeping Moon
Alice meets a man who loves languages, who consumes them as one would a delicious meal. She’s happy to teach him the Yiddish she knows—but he wants more. “Banhus” is about language, conquest, and finding freedom.
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