As on other mornings, the camp rises early, almost with the sun. But this is Friday, a special day. Children, young people, older adults set about their tasks with double vigor, scrubbing floors, changing linen, preparing food to take them through the next day. The recreation hall, a converted red barn, becomes a synagogue. There, at 7 in the evening, they gather: the girls in white dresses, the boys in white trousers and skullcaps. Two silver menorahs burn brightly on a velvet-covered table. A blue "eternal light" flickers above the wooden cabinet containing the...
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