How is it that the same mouthpiece can sound like a sigh of pain or a whimper of sorrow, and a moment later like a sound of hope, joy and awakening? Maybe because in each and every one of us lies the belief that someone is listening to the sounds of our hearts ...? And the sound of the ancient, innocent and unpretentious blowing from Pelslazin through him from us to him and makes him our prayer and the sounds of our hearts? One way or another, there is no point in denying, there is a kind of hidden secret in the blowing of the shofar