I was around 12 years old when I first entered a synagogue. It was a strange experience in the dilapidated and imposing temple: men in hats swaying back and forth – with a handkerchief on my head, I felt totally out of place. And then the cantor started to sing in Hebrew, in a very foreign melody. Those strange songs deeply touched me, and I felt as though I’d always known them.
Music penetrates the heart and reaches the soul, easier than anything else.