In tragic news, one of the students killed in last night's terrorist attack was Yoshe Ber's mohel's son, from Cochav HaShachar. (He also performed our two nephews' britot.) Another kid is a friend's friends' kid. This is the yeshiva at the end of the street where Yehoshua and I lived when we were first married, and is the cream and leader of the religious-Zionist yeshivas. It's sort of like someone shooting up the library in MIT. Yehoshua is extremely upset and shaken up, he was in Jerusalem last night for his study group, which was interrupted by the news to say Psalms (a traditional reaction to tragedy). I am still in the cushioning of shock and sort of grateful that this afternoon, I'm forced to focus on getting Shabbas ready. Anger, anxiety and grief can all hit later.
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