Back to the Netherlands. .
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t was obvious that the next morning the driver was in a hurry, he saw that I was carrying the big Shofar and warned me to get on the bus and sit down next to the driversseat. The other sisters took a seat behind me. On the way we stopped in a Jewish Orthodox neighborhood, where some men in black with curls hunging under their black hats. The radio in the bus was annoyingly loud and the driver scolded and turned on the gas.I felt it getting dangerous and started to sing softly; Kadosch kadosch (Holy, holy) .Safely the driver turned off the radio and smiled at me kindly. Alice nudged me softly from behind and made it clear that I should not sing because there were Jewish men in the back of the bus, but Annie nodded encouragingly and I kept on singing. The gas went back and the swearing stopped. Safely we arrived at Ben Gurion Airport.
As I boarded the plane, a stuart lightly tapped my arm and pointed to the Shofar I was wearing, wrapped in a shawl. He asked me; Shall I carefully put it in the front where it can be stored more protected? This showed how much a Jewish person has respect for an instrument like a Shofar. Whe did not know then how special our trip back home would be!
