Most late Sunday afternoons, I do a double yoga class. Regulars call it “church”, our Sunday ritual. The second class is basically lying down, and if you don’t leave high on Zen and vibes, you haven’t done it right. Leaving on Sunday, I started walking to my sister’s house. It was the first night of Hanukah, the Jewish festival of lights, and we were going to celebrate with family and friends. I’m non-practising in a religious sense, but I love a good cultural ritual, especially one involving doughnuts and fried potatoes. I had barely walked 100 metres when I heard
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