Monday, May 30, 2011

a family is a family is a family

I had the rare experience, and surprising pleasure, of meeting for maybe the second time in my life my very very distant family.
It was a Bar Mitzvah party in the old, orthodox, world of Jerusalem. To my relief, it was the celebration after the ceremony that I had been invited to attend. 
I met a lot of distant cousins (I guess I can call them cousins...) and I was the only young female in the room who wasn't married + three small children (going on four).
My ticket to a connection with people, whom I am somewhat related to yet worlds apart, was my camera. 
Next thing I know, I was completely surrounded.

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