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“Salvation comes only from God” A couple of Sundays ago I crossed the East River Bridge, walking on the Williansburg. The September afternoon was perfect for walking. The bridge linking the east side of Manhattan with Brooklyn, specifically Williansburg neighborhood, which a few years ago was completely degraded by the crack. This bridge is not as flashy as the Brooklyn Bridge, but construction is impressive. Fully iron and quite long, it supports two-way multi-lane for cars, two train tracks and overpasses for pedestrians and bicycles. Just make out the other side of the river you notice the differences from Manhattan, less building space, lower houses, vacant lots where grass grows, more walls with graffiti and, above all, far fewer people on the streets. However, after walking a while, I found an Orthodox Jewish neighborhood. The activity was frenetic. Hundreds of men, women and children, all dressed in black and white walked, talked or bought in stores or in positions of the sidewalk. Women with children were on one side and men alone or with other men, never together. It was curious (be that way by not argue) to observe so many people dressed only in white and black (I avoid the easy comparison). They were dressed similarly: above, black coat, beneath, black jacket and white shirt, head, hat, or the little yarmulke and, of course, with long ringlets that fall through the temples. White skin, quite a beard, no exterior decoration (I nearly put my sunglasses), but many glasses to see, single crystals and thick. I suppose it’s because they spend a long time since children reading the Torah. Women wore very modest, but with different styles. That yes, no pants or skirts above the knee. Most wore hair in a scarf, but not all. It is incredible to see the shops full of different clothes, but only with black and white colors. Something that caught my attention even more was the large number of baby carriages that drove the women and, above all, that many of them were twins. At first I could not believe so many twins were born, but at closer look, I realized that children were in the cars were of different ages. The conclusion I drew is that children have so often that one still needs the cart at the birth of another. The evening ended and I retraced my raisins or have stopped for coffee (obviously, there was nothing even remotely resembling a bar) and without taking even a photo (I guess you understand that not dare).However, in my mind was clear the group’s image, walking hurriedly, buying your palm and lemon, following its own laws old, living in a bubble in a world very different from yours … Anyone want to draw similarities