Let’s compromise – I’ll try both sites for a little while and see how it goes. But I can’t afford the statistics so i’ll be totally blind about who reads this.
The other day, Holocaust Day, I ran out of some drugs and had to hit the pharmacy in the mall. It took me just a minute so I thought that since I’ve already paid 6 shekel for parking, I’d step in next door to Zara and see what’s up. It was crowded. Crowded. But within seconds an amazing t-shirt with zippers and an unmistakable friendliness to my body called me to attention, and I found myself standing in the long line for the registers. “Isn’t it unusually packed?” I asked the girl at the counter. “Yeh, sure, it’s Holocaust day,” the salesperson next to her answered, “Wait ‘till you see Memorial Day!” It took me a long time to digest this information, being one of the sinners I wanted to condemn, but this morning, as I put the t-shirt on, I realized how much I needed the trivial renewal of clothing for this week-long period, when so much is mourned, and so much is ignored as well.

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