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s a bochur I spent one summer in a camp in the Swiss Alps, and we all were playing Michoel Schnitzler’s album Uveruchim Heim, which had just come out. It’s amazing how strong music memories are — whenever I hear those songs, it takes me back and I can literally smell the smells and see in my mind’s eye the beauty of Switzerland. And here and there, when I can slip them in, I still enjoy singing “Uveruchim Heim” or “Keili Chish Goali,” great songs from that CD.

(Originally featured in Mishpacha, Issue 736)