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I waited on the steps of the Bet Din, the sign posted said it would be open from 9-10:30, this was my last opportunity to retrieve my conversion certificate before my meeting on Wednesday. I followed the man inside as he pulled out massive yellow folders, packed full of certificates. Or their version of what a certificate is.
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After the first folder, my heart sunk a little. “What if they didn’t record my conversion?” I worriedly thought. Halfway through the second folder, I found my passport number. A childish grin grew on my face as I greedily looked at the piece of paper I’ve been waiting 3 and a half months for.
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The man carefully pulls it out of the plastic lining and checks for mistakes. He pulls out the second copy and does the same thing. I always thought my conversion certificate would be some beautiful, spiritually- influenced looking paper. This was a printout with a stamp on it. “I think my electricity bill looks fancier than this!!” I chuckled to myself.
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After it is folded and in an envelope he places his hands on it. “Do you have a job?” he asks. “Eh? Me? Yeah, sure” I answer. “This is going to cost you”. “Cost ME??? Have I not paid enough already??How much???”
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I am in no mood to care too much about the price. I handover the cash and skip away.
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My puzzle is almost completed.
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Germapino with a Jewish Twist. Twist. Collective Thoughts of a Ginrod are the musings of a Texas born,half German, half Filipina girl who who went on a trip to Bangkok and found herself in the Holy Land , as a jew, married to an Englishman, with 3 kids and a pup named Henck.

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