“L ast month you were hiding in the office on the first day scared a kid might talk to you” Chananya Singer said “and look at you now.”
It was the first day of the second half and Chaim had set up shop in a gazebo near the main road greeting each of the new campers as they passed by. At Yudi’s suggestion he’d been giving out little gifts — plastic water bottles filled with cold Coke with labels that read “C.N.D. welcomes you” — as he asked each boy his name.
Chananya Singer had gathered the campers who’d been there for the first month and instructed them to greet the new campers and show them to their bunks.
One of the new kids a chubby blond boy with oversized blue-framed glasses turned to his friend and said “This is my third summer but it never felt this way before. There’s like something in the air you know? It used to be that the first-half kids were running around looking for leftover nosh and empty shampoo bottles now they’re all so excited to welcome us.”
