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One evening the "helper" was leading me home from Cheder. A few birds flew past me, quite low.
"Neshome'lech fliehen, neshome'lech fliehen!"[30] I sang to myself. The "helper" turned round upon me:
"You silly!" he said, "those are birds, ordinary birds."
Afterwards I asked my mother how one could tell the difference between an ordinary bird and a soul.