BAR MITZVAH by Bob Oré Abitbol
When I was younger I found out that if I was to become a man, I had to study Hebrew.
What little of the language that I had been taught to repeat in little kid pre-school, taught to us by our clearly lonely Hebrew teacher, Mr Edery – had long since evaporated and once I entered Big Boy Primary School any remaining fragments of it were quickly replaced by the mandatory Latin, Spanish and English. And why not? Hebrew was an old and useless language used only for praying. So who cared.
and yet,
