only passing through

A man traveling from New York came to visit a very famous rabbi living in Europe. The man came to the rabbi’s house, a large house on a city street, and was led to the rabbi’s room, which was in the attic. He discovered the master living in a simple room with a bed, a chair, and a few books, nothing more. Disappointed, the man said as soon as he finished formal greetings, “Rabbi, where are your things?”
The rabbi quickly asked back: “Where are your things?”
“But, Rabbi, I’m only passing through,” the visitor said.
“So am I, so am I,” the rabbi replied.
~ Western mondo

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