I watch the rainbow of children: my nieces and nephews and their friends as they play together. They come in every colour possible: the pale white freckled redheads, the typically Mid-Eastern / Mediterranean look, the Hong Kong adoptees, The Kochin Jews with their Indian look, and the Ethiopean Jews with their beautiful dark skin and curly hair, running, laughing, playing in the sprikler in unity and peace.
Kol Yisrael Chaverim.
These kids feel that. They see no difference between each other: they are all the same in each other's eyes. Isn't that so lovely?
And now the sad thing. This morning I was reading index.hu for my daily news dose and I read that Hungarian singer Tamás Cseh passed away. He had lung cancer.
Tamás Cseh was something different. He was a visual artist: he had a degree in art, he started out as an art teacher, and his songs were always visual. He didn't have a very great voice, his songs pretty much always stayed within one octave or less. They didn't have complicated melodies, but they were always very real. Tamás Cseh was a 20th century minstrel, singing songs of post WWII Hungary.
Rest in Peace.