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  • Whole In The Wall
    http://www.wholeinthewall.com


    Parfois on est simplement heureux en apprenant que quelqu’un va bien. Surtout quand a il préparé à manger pour toute la bande dans la cuisine d’amis communs. Surtout quand c’était il y a si longtemps qu’on ne savait même plus s’il était encore vivant. Alors si jamais vous passez à Binghampton entre New York et Rochester allez manger dans le restaurant d’ Eliot Fiks, c’est sans doute excellent.

    Great Homemade Natural Foods
    43 S. Washington St. Binghamton, NY • (607) 722-5138

    Thu-Sat: 11:00am - 9:00pm • Sun-Wed: Closed

    http://www.openstreetmap.org/search?query=43%20S.%20Washington%20St.%20Binghamton%2C%20NY#map=7/42.090/-75.914

    My name is Eliot Fiks and I started the Whole in the Wall in 1980 with a couple of friends. Today we are a semi-cooperatively run collection of dynamic, fun, free-spirited, eclectic, and progressive minded individuals. Not only that, but we cook up some mean tasting food.
    ...
    The Whole in the Wall restoration began in 1978, in an aging Binghamton storefront over 100 years old. The wood used for refinishing was recycled from demolished local houses, including the famous Rose Mansion. The building was restored in three years of love and labor. We opened for business December 6, 1980.

    Parfois il publie une lettre d’information où il ne parle pas seulement de son restaurant. C’est quelqu’un de très gentil.

    http://www.wholeinthewall.com/media/12186/WNTR2001.PDF

    On that fateful morning in September, when fall’s first colors were beginning to show, came a bolt of lightning. Out of the blue and into the black. I began to experience a full range of emotions, probably not unlike yours: shock, horror, disbelief, fear and sadness. F o r weeks I was in a daze. Amid that daze, beginning as a whisper and building to a ro a r, came a diff e rent emotion: p r i d e .
    Pride at all the good that came forth from this great evil. The question I kept asking myself was, why was such bad needed to create such good? And, the answer that came to me is: it wasn’t. We already had all the ingredients. We’ve always known how precious life is, what’s really important, that our lives are fleeting, that there isn’t a l w a y s t o m o r ro w. We’ve always known these things, we just often choose not to listen.
    Now something has come along that is so loud that it is almost impossible notto listen. We now are being presented with an opportunity to learn some invaluable lessons. Lessons that some 6,000 people paid for with
    their lives. We can honor the spirits of those people by remembering those
    lessons thro u g h o u t our lives. I’m not talking about being s o m b e r, in fact, quite the opposite.
    The debt we owe those who died, ourselves and those we love, the greatest lesson to be learned here, I believe, is to live life to thef u l l e s t . Life is such an amazing and pre c i o u s gift and yet most of us take it so much for granted.

    http://www.wholeinthewall.com/media/12141/Fall2009.pdf

    My Father was not your garden variety hero. In fact, to the naked eye, one might never have noticed him to be a hero at all. In 1933, when Hitler took power, the Jews of Germany began to see their rights, their livelihoods, and their personal safety chipped away at, one edict at a time. Those families who could, sent their teenage children to the States to establish a beach-head. The plan was to have them return if conditions improved, or to lay the groundwork for their parents emigration if things deteriorated.

    So in 1937, at age 16, my Father came across an ocean, and with only the support of some generous relatives, established that beach-head. It became quickly evident that conditions in Germany were deteriorating. He set himself to the task of obtaining the necessary visas. There were many false starts. What it fi nally took was his enlistment in the army to bring his parents and brother over. Of course he wanted to fight the Germans, and they sent him to the Aleutian Islands to fight the Japanese. Army “intelligence” he always called it.

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