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Many of the bodies go from the military base to a Zaka-run centre in Tel Aviv, where on Thursday volunteer Israel Hasid was painstakingly preparing to receive them.

If he was a Hasid, he had exchanged his fur shtreimel for a deerstalker cap and traded in his somber frock coat for a green Norfolk jacket.

The average Hasid comes into contact with hundreds of people daily and shutdowns bring up dark memories for descendants of Holocaust survivors.

Today, Bushwick is, in fact, a place where a Vice journalist, a drag artist and a lapsed Hasid might all cross paths, but that’s a recent development.

“I must be the Messiah. No mere Hasid would get a greeting like that from an apikoros.”