RABBI DUBI Hayun.
(photo credit: MARC ISRAEL SELLEM)
All these years later I still lament the fact that I was responsible for the imprisonment of three innocent people, two of whom remain very dear to me, though they have, quite understandably, refused to exchange a single word with me since. My third victim, too, has in the meantime, earned my utmost respect.It all began quite absentmindedly as I sat around the conference table with my colleagues at lunch, telling them that I would have to leave work early that day to get to the hairdresser in time and wondering what I should wear to my cousin Doreen’s wedding that evening. I did not think that my usual wedding attire would do; the flimsy satin dress would be sure to reveal the numerous rolls of fat that had recently lodged themselves against my stomach from all the cakes brought by my fellow graphic designers to the studio each week.
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