“The building looks so plain. I wonder if there is any life in it?” the tourist commented to her partner as she passed the synagogue.
“It is not the cover that makes the book,” an elderly man in a dark overcoat and homburg hat interjected on overhearing her.
“Excuse me,” Alice responded, stopping in her steps.
“No please, it is I who interrupted your conversation. I was merely observing, however, that we can’t know about the ‘life’ of a place only with a glance. I assure you, it continues to live. We still live,” he said revealing the number tattooed on his arm.