There is a grandmother living in my house, a woman is not poor by the way, she has money.Here, and for more than a dozen years, she sits in the bus every morning with an empty bag, well on the wheels, and returns to lunch with already full and quite heavy (I know, because she helped to bring to the apartment several times). And here literally about a year ago we learned that she always goes to the synagogue every morning, that it would be foolish to pick up food there and return home with the banks, namely the banks of cosher food.