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His name is Volf. A Chasid in his mid-thirties with a long black beard and wide unkempt payess, a pair of dark eyes set deeply beneath heavy eyebrows, a large forehead with wrinkled lines…

It’s scary, he says. Only two hundred thirty nine years left until the end of time. That’s not a lot of time, he says. And still he hasn’t come. It’s very scary.

My father…

It’s a winter Friday night, freezing cold outside but inside the small shul it is warm. All adults and children are on their feet facing the opposite side of the holy ark,…