The warehouse smelled of frying oil and freshly baked challah. It was a bitterly cold Friday morning, and I was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with strangers, forming a human assembly line to pack schnitzel sandwiches for soldiers in Gaza.
I…
The warehouse smelled of frying oil and freshly baked challah. It was a bitterly cold Friday morning, and I was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with strangers, forming a human assembly line to pack schnitzel sandwiches for soldiers in Gaza.
I…