I admit that in the last two years I have had difficulty seeing an ultra-Orthodox young man on the street, at a shawarma stand or in the market, without automatically wondering "How old is he?", "What is he doing here?", and "If he is not sitting in the Beit Midrash, why is he not in Beit Hanon?". Sahdi on high, that I hate this place I've fallen into, but it's stronger than me.