Fasting with the Hookers
Yesterday was Yom Kippur, one of the most important Jewish holidays. I went to synagogue and fasted for over 24 hours. That includes no drinking too. I was afraid that walking in the heat would make things worse, but fortunately we had a relatively cooler day.
It turns out that the synagogue here is half a block away from the prostitute street. Several times I was told this, or to be careful when crossing that street, especially if it is dark. In life, in many ways I am sharp and observant, while in others I am completely clueless. This was one of those clueless instances, where I would have never realized that there were prostitutes around. In fact, as I walked home last night in the dark, I stood for a few seconds watching a woman at the street corner, trying to gauge whether she was a prostitute. I really could not make a definite decision in the end. In any case, this one guy who lives on that street told me that they are very nice, and he sometimes chats with them on his way home and asks how business is going. I guess when you live next door, they quickly stop offering their services. I have yet to be approached. Or maybe I was? In some things in life, I am clueless.
