“You don’t need to check your bag. It’ll fit in the overhead compartment,” the woman checking me in said.
“I can’t.”
“Why?” she asked.
Since this was my first international Brit Milah, I was afraid to answer honestly. “I’m a Mohel,” I said.
No further explanations were necessary. Israelis know: Mohalim carry a lot of knifes. In Ukraine, where I was headed to do a Bris, in addition to the language barriers, the cultural ones would prove even more daunting.
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