If you went with Rav Chaim, you were accepting that you would get an answer from Shamayim
A crowd a few hundred strong sitting on plastic chairs devoutly sang along to a head-spinning mix of Sephardic classics like “Adon Haselichot” and “Ben Adam Mah Lecha Nirdam” performed by a shtreimel-clad choir.
It was deep into Israel’s repeat-elections crisis, and the unusual event was a Selichos-cum-political rally staged by the Degel HaTorah party.
Holding court on a bench on the perimeter of the event was a man called Ben Elyagon.
“We’re all Tel Avivians who’ve been chozer b’teshuvah,” he said gesturing to his track-suit-and-sneaker-clad friends. “The whole of the next neighborhood, Kfar Shalem, is like us.”
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