The marriage ceremony was Israeli standard. I gave a 700 sheqel cheque and did not dance because of my leg. Food was regular, salmon and a small piece of beef. The wine was undrinkable, with a strong aroma of synthetic ethanol. The chuppah was standing in the garden and the rose petals had been spread (pic) and even the chazan (the liturgical singer) was waiting to start when a sudden downpour made us all run for protection.The boy's parent are family friends and he had been my student the last semester. By coincidence, an old woman in a motorized wheelchair was sitting at my side: She had been his special teacher from childhood. The boy had cognitive issues and the parents had hired her for home teaching. She told me the effort she had invested and also, the effort invested by the boy himself all those years. In the end, he graduated successfully and is a Civil Engineer. The Happy End: married a tall blonde Ashkenazi girl from a nearby kibbutz.
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