I have followed the evolution of the relationship with Judaism over two generations: that of my parents (my father was Sephardic, and my mother, Ashkenazi) and my own. These were all increasingly secularized Jews (this I mean by reluctant.) From my parents’ secularism (and to varying degrees that of their brothers or sisters), I arrived essentially to my form of detachment from Judaism: I am not a practicing Jew, not a member of the local Community, I married out, as did my four cousins. All of the above, without denying anything and even maintaining a keen interest in our culture and our traditions.
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