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At a Synagogue
On a quiet, summer day, my brother and I took a walk around the suburb next to us called Newton (west of Boston) two years ago. Newton is a clean, wealthy area with an abundance of trees which was why we decided to take our walk there.
We walked long straight lines and took a couple of turns when we came upon a synagogue. Boston has a large Jewish population, one of the highest all around the country, so synagogues are a usual sight in the city and surrounding suburbs.
My brother and I entered the synagogue that afternoon. It was empty. Perhaps there were offices somewhere in the building where people worked. Only two or three people saw us and smiled peacefully. It was a weekday.
My brother, David, and I took our own tour silently, making sure not to miss any space in the synagogue because any time I went to a new place, I always examine every part of it since I see any place I visit as an opportunity to learn something new.
A classroom caught our attention and we knew right away that it was where Jewish children probably studied Hebrew (there was a Hebrew alphabet chart which interested me the most in that room), Jewish history and the Torah. Outside of the classroom, by the entrance, there was a bulletin board that Dave and I paused to look at. The board contained images and information about Israelis being attacked by Hamas; the…
