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“As for the bitter herbs.... To see everyone with tears coursing down their faces, laughing and gasping at the same time, is fun and also makes the point - bitter herbs must be really bitter to experience the suffering.”

Quote by Julia Neuberger, Baroness Neuberger

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Julia Neuberger, Baroness Neuberger
Julia Neuberger, Baroness Neuberger

Rabbi Julia Neuberger, Baroness Neuberger, born on February 27, 1950, is a prominent figure in the Jewish community and a member of the British House of Lords. She has had a significant impact in the fields of religion, education, and social justice. more

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