When we were oleh to EY, we moved temporarily to neighborhood X ( a close copy of Brooklyn). We were off loading the ten cartons from a Nesher van, when a yid walking into the same building asked “are you moving in?” That was about the last casual conversation that we had for that month that was not initiated by us. When we moved to our apt in other area (mostly chiloni and DL at the time) we were greeted with cookies, and we had Shabbos invites unill we tired of them. I don’t recall the type of yarmulka I was wearing.
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