The evening I arrived in Berlin was the start of the Jewish holiday of Yom Kippur. Actually, not really a holiday, more a day of reflection and fasting. Since my mother is a Holocaust survivor being in Berlin among other Jewish people was an amazing and at times tear filled experience. Probably the most exciting thing for me was seeing a community of Jewish people so alive with lots of children running around along with a few elders but mostly young people.
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