If a Jewess from the East - her family comes from Cairo, I gather - were to find herself in need of help in Paris, where would she go?' 'To her family,' replied ben-Gideon promptly. 'I'm not sure she has one in Paris.' 'Benjamin, my mother spends eleven and a half hours out of twenty-four going from sister to sister, from aunt to aunt, from the houses of her sisters-in-law and second-cousins to the grandparents of my father's old business-partners, lugging my sisters along with her, and what do you think they all talk about? Family.' Ben-Gideon ticked off subjects with his fingers. 'Who's marrying whom. Who shouldn't have married whom and why not. Who's expecting a child and who isn't bringing their children up properly. Oh, was she the one who married Avram ben-Hurri ben-Moishe ben-Yakov and is now operating that import business in Prague? . . . No, no, that was the OTHER Cousin Rachel who married Avram ben-Hurri ben-Moishe ben-CHAIM and THEY'RE in Warsaw, where THEIR son is a rabbi . . . Every rabbi from Portugal to Persia will tell you that women's minds are incapable of the concentration required for study of the Torah, yet I guarantee you that not a single word of this lore is forgotten. You can drop any Jew over the age of seven naked in the dark out of a balloon anywhere in Europe, and he or she will locate family in time for breakfast.