This is the story of my first shabbes in Jerusalem. Read and cry (of laughter, if you can).
So. The weather didn’t calm down at all. So we didn’t go to shul. We didn’t go to eat at David’s cousins. I lit the candles in the hotel hall, and we had no kiddush, no grape juice, no food, no water. We passed shabbat like that. It was not shabbat, it was
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