A Rosh Hoshannah story about a bicycle and a broken world

It's Jewish tradition always to remember the less fortunate, even at the most celebratory moments -- to take a pinch of salt with the sweetness of life.

That can be the only explanation for this sad little story from Jersusalem on this Jewish New Year.

"Whose bicycle is that?" asked the policeman in Hebrew. The boy, who had a frightened look mixed with his smile, didn't know what to answer. "Bicyclet?" said the policeman, trying out his Arabic, "whose?"

"Mine," answered the boy in Arabic, "my bicyclet." The policeman waved the boy away, grabbed the bicycle and started to examine it from all sides. "Where did you take the bicycle from?"

"The bicycle is mine," replied the boy in Arabic.

"Why are you lying?"