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Rebbe Nachman, Nachman meUman… Very late one night, David and I were walking the midrahov as usual. We walked north, past the Artbar cafe on the left and Zefat College on the right. There was a park/playground on the left. We had been there before because I like to swing on the swings, and they have monkeybars where David can do chin-ups. I, of course, can’t do even one chin-up. This night, the park was full of teenagers. David smelled trouble or rather a place where he could get into trouble, his need for the adrenaline rush kicked in, and I