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Saturday, July 08, 2006

A Gut Voch.

Wow . . . my first Motzie Shabbos (as a note - Motzie Shabbos here starts at midnight) post in ages . . .

This shabbos we were graced by G, a 'student' (to use the Warsaw term
for any local aged 15-30 . . . though G. will be 21 next week) who
comes be regularly.

At the end of the meal I offered him a bed to sleep in here for the
night . . . the standard comment I make to those who might be leaving
by not such shabbos'dike ways . . . and much to my surprise he said yes!

We continued our Yud Beis Tammuz Farbrengen . . . complete with a Hashgocha Protis story from G. about how he came to Chabad . . .

His cousin is very close to the Shluchim here, and one day she went on
a special T.V. program looking for lost relatives (she hadn't been in
contact with here aunt until that point). An acquaintance contacted G.
along with his mother, through that they came to Chabad!

Meanwhile The Flying Dutch Jew is giving me flack for wasting my time at 1:40 in the morning ("It's one thing if you do something good online . . . like Wereldkampioenschap Voetbal uitslagen . . . but you look like a Zombie. You know what a zombie means? Zombie is a dutch word for a deprie!)