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My journey to Belgrade began a few weeks ago when I was in the states for my nephew’s Bris. While in Philadelphia, I missed a call from a local number. When I returned the call, I asked the woman who answered if someone was trying to get in touch with me there. After a quick back and forth she realized it was her husband, the rabbi of Belgrade, who wanted me to come to perform a Bris. I was calling Serbia. Even stranger than that: the family had a dedicated phone line in Belgrade that displays a Philadelphia area code. It turns out the rebbetzin is from my hometown.
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