Mrs. Cassel made the daily morning tour of the thermal springs of Marienbad when she suddenly heard a voice calling her by her name. Clearly the voice said: “Abraham Moskovitzi! Abraham Moskovitzi!” When she realized that her name was not Abraham Moskovitzi, it was too late: a group of Orthodox Jews in their black caftans had met with her and, while they were parsimoniously walking beside her, they asked her questions about the kabbalistic Sefirot. Interestingly, she knew all the answers despite never having read the Kabbalah and having only vague knowledge about its existence. Allowing herself to be accompanied by these men with long beards and curled sideburns, Mrs. Cassel unwittingly entered the old synagogue where the Jewish community of the spa town was congregated. With obvious embarrassment, she headed towards the Bimah, where she began to read aloud the Torah, despite not knowing how to read in Hebrew. While reading, she pulled her beard’s hair. “For God’s sake (she thought), I need a hair removal”. After the ceremony, all returned to the hotel where the Jewish community was staying. Mrs. Cassel tried to convince an old Jewish man that there was an absurd misunderstanding because she was not even Jewish. But the old man shook his head and said: “Youth is a crown of roses, old age a crown of willows”. Confused by this response, Ms. Cassel did not know how to react when a group of rabbis approached her and began to discuss with her a certain dark passage of the “Reshit Hokmah”. When she finally managed to give the slip to them, she hurried to his room praying not to meet anyone else during the route. When she reached her room, she breathed a sigh of relief. But when she opened the door, she heard a thunderous “Mazel tov!”, and found that the room was full of Orthodox Jews who were raising their glasses towards her exclaiming “Mazel tov! Mazel tov!”. A little later, she was singing in Yiddish (a language totally unknown to her) and dancing in a circle with the same bearded Jews who were in the synagogue. Once the party was over and the Jews had left the room in a row, she went to bed without removing even the caftan and the fur hat, and immediately fell asleep. The next morning she woke up, relieved, in her Clermont bed.

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