It feels like something... totally ancient is happening when I hear people (men, let's face it) spontaneously daven. I knew I couldn't join in, but I sat near them, and hearing the mumbly niggunim (tunes) of my childhood felt in some way faintly comforting. I don't know these men, but they look like (Ashkenazi) men the world over, and sound and shokkel like them, too.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
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