Thank you, Rabbi Shmuel Yizhar, for a much-needed moment of Yiddishkeit on a Wanchai street the Friday afternoon before the last Shabbos in March.

Amid the bustle in one of the most densely-packed districts of Hong Kong, flanked by bars and massage parlors, two Jewish strangers met on the street and talked about the wonder of Shabbos for a few moments before rushing off on our respective ways.

Somehow, the SAR is a better place for me when I know that there is still a Jewish Hong Kong beneath the heavy layers of Britain and China that define the city. B”H