In R' Yisroel Shemtov's little Kapota shop today (B"H, I now have a reason to enter), one of the men waiting for a Kapota introduced himself to me as Pink, from England.
"Hey, don't you have a mazal tov!?" I asked.
"I don't think so. My nephew was born about a month ago, my son's Bar Mitzvah is in two months..."
"Hmmm," I hmmmmed, "I thought I saw your name online today."
"Maybe that was my brother. His home was attacked. Terrorism. Al-qeida..."
"Oh, sorry to hear. Yes, maybe that is what I had seen online, I didn't read the article. Not a mazal tov..."
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