All is lost in the once holey land that bears a name no longer, so a weary traveler risks the world of Parisians, poverty, and a certain group of young revolutionaries. Rumours spread about, speaking of a ghost lingering in the streets of Saint Michél, what they don't know, is that she is a mother first, engineer second, and a revolutionary third.
DISCLAIMER: I own absolutely nothing but my two characters, Tzilla and Efrat, and I own nothing of lemiserables, or the bread winner, nor do I know much about Israel in the nineteenth century, so don't get offended, and don't sue me, thank you.