This story starts many years ago, when I was my son’s age, 25, and wandering around an ancient section of Old Jerusalem looking for a reportedly beautiful Christian youth hostel to spend the night. Apparently looking lost or confused, a young Israeli religious student approached me and asked if I was lost.
I replied, No. Well, maybe.
Are you American?…
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