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Thursday, 11 Tishrei Dear Diary … Am I really here in Eretz Yisrael? I keep pinching myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. Was it only yesterday that I was in London, fasting and davening in shul? So much can happen in 24 hours!
A driveway lined with bamboo poles and mats and boxes of every size, leading to a garage full of cords, connectors, tarps of all sizes and decorations galore. Where do you think we are? A hardware store? A party outlet? A garage sale? Not exactly — we’re at Mr. Ronnie Sieger’s succah sale. Come on in, take a look around!
Rikki twirled before the full length mirror in the dressing room. “It’s perfect,” she declared. “I love the sequins and trimming. What do you think?” Goldie looked at her twin sister. “Looks fine.” “Fine!” Rikki exclaimed. “How can you say that? It’s stunning!” Goldie shrugged. Shopping wasn’t really her thing. “Fine then, it’s stunning.”