The guy across the row on my flight. |
Ah yes, that's my people!!
He read from a homemade Bible
of sorts – a variety of pages in English and Hebrew which appeared to be his
favorite passages of the Torah and the Talmud. I found myself envious.
He was served his food first,
because he had ordered the kosher variety. It looked bland.
I sensed a certain disdain for
the rest of us on the plane, as if we are the unclean or pagan. I wanted to
tell him, “Hey, I’m Jewish too. I’m one of you.” But I just did not sense that
would impress him much!