I loved the irony. It was intense, yet settling; theoretical yet practical. We were in a quiet town about sixty miles from Crown Heights, yet in a Yeshiva-like atmosphere. It was warm despite the 2 feet of snow piled outside!
Twenty Bochurim. Five Days. One Extraordinary Mashpia.
I loved the irony. It was intense, yet settling; theoretical yet practical. We were in a quiet town about sixty miles from Crown Heights, yet in a Yeshiva-like atmosphere. It was warm despite the 2 feet of snow piled outside!