There but for a couple of generations ...

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An earlier election brought with it an even great commonality.

I was counting votes, and one of the observers of the counting process from my polling station was a member of an ultra-orthodox party. Before the counting started our names had to be listed in the station protocol. I stated mine, and it was written down by the secretary of the polling station, and then this particular observer listed his. It was the same as mine. My ears perked up, and then my eyes as well. In front of me, under his black hat, and behind a rather sparse beard similar to my own from many years earlier, was a young kid (probably in his early twenties) with a similar build as well. I remarked to him that it was fascinating that we would meet in these circumstances - two people with the same name, perhaps even some distant family background - from two entirely different communities. He sort of gazed beyond me and said something like "oh".

What might have been a special, epiphanic sort of moment, vanished into indifference.

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