“The birth was smooth, the babies are healthy. My mother wasn’t here, but she got me a neis”
You can live in the center of town, in a bustling high-rise building, and you can go an entire winter without seeing your neighbor.
There are the sounds — the occasional howl, cry, meow, shrill of laughter — and you wonder fleetingly what’s happening behind closed doors.
Who do you see? An old chap in the elevator, a personal instructor laden with equipment coming for someone on the fifth floor, and oh, there’s a poodle sharing the elevator with you.
Mostly, everyone is holed up in their own homes, in their busy, scrambling lives. Work, leave, return, leave again.
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