ritual [Theme]

Returning home on a cloudy morning to his next temporary home, he washed his hands, poured himself coffee, opened the windows towards the cheerful hubbub of people and began to copy out stories in his little red book. He did this no matter what fate befell his patient, and always solemnly. In this sense, his book became a collection of celebrations of a thousand other lives.

Five minutes for yourself in the morning. With the perfect companion, a cup of velvety coffee, when you take the first sip and the world around you is filled with colors, aromas, tastes, everything seems to awaken from a hundred-year sleep so that the day begins exactly as it should. A small ritual of peace and quiet... Irreplaceable and always welcome...

The more suffering, the higher the temple!

At the ancient temple... God... You!

Treat yourself today to a state of lightness and magic with a cup of aromatic coffee...

If there is a crack, there must be a way to patch it. And I will find it.

Your stubbornness has always irritated me. But that's not the point. The ritual is almost over - and you can no longer put spokes in my wheels.

After all, a Jew is not the one who was born a Jewess, wears sidelocks and does not eat pork, but the one who wants to cleanse his soul. Anyone who makes a covenant with the Lord can become a Jew, and there is absolutely no need to invent stupid prohibitions and cut off a piece of meat for little boys. God will believe a man even without it. ... Judge, he said, himself, O member of the rabbinical council, why does God, who owns all the treasures of heaven and earth, need such a treasure - a piece of your pipiske?

Set up conversation rituals. If you don't know what to talk about, start with the "five joys of the day." That helps a lot.

Dinner is a sacred ritual, one of the most essential activities for humanity, and it requires reverent treatment.

We ate and talked. As usual in Italy. Time passes so quickly, there is no need to hurry, will not have to run.
We talked and ate in that way you do in Italy. Time passes gently; there is no sens of direction or hurry.