...the last minutes of Yom Kippur

I don't know how common the situation is, but in our shul we always end the Yom Kippur dovening a bit early, too early, and then there's singing and dancing to stretch out the time until we can blow (OK, hear) the shofar. This happens without fail every year.

The dancing goes on in the men's section, since there isn't room enough for all of us to stand in the Ezrat Nashim, women's section. So it's a time when whispered words are exchanged, because, what else it there to do?

Normally we have the quietest and most dignified and intense dovening up in the balcony, certainly a lot quieter than downstairs where the men are. There's no room for baby carriages, nor for all the women who want to doven. We have another women's section in the sideroom, by an open window from which the dovening can be heard. That's where the oldest and youngest women doven together, the baby carriages and wheel chairs, three and even four generations of G-d fearing, G-d loving women (including infants and toddlers.)

Back to the whispers from the balcony...

Do you think that the evacuees/refugees/victims of Disengagement are going to sing "Leshannah habaa b'Yerushalayim?" Next year in Jerusalem

I wonder...