Our third grandson was born.
I felt a sense of eternity. The links of an ancient chain became apparent. It was the holiday of Sukkot, a time of Divine protection and intense joy.
When the first news of the pogrom leaked, I felt a weakening of that protection. There was still joy. But it was muted.
After the holiday we heard more details.
We listened. We p…
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