The other day when I was working at the resthome, I was very surprised that the retired psychiatrist went down to the candle-lighting service, since he usually doesn't attend stuff like that.
Afterwards, he told me that he really enjoyed it, and that when he had looked at the program and the songs in Hebrew that they were going to sing, he didn't recognize any of them, but when people had started singing, he recognized some of the melodies, and he hadn't heard them in years.
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