I was sitting on a concrete wall near Jerusalem Central Bus Station, eating a sesame bar, waiting for the infrequent bus back to my village in the hills, when this woman came and set up shop beside me. Not to waste time, she whipped out her knitting needles and started making another beautiful pair of pantofalach. (I remember hearing that Yiddish word [probably from Polish and/or German] in the old days when there were still many Yiddish speakers in Israel.)
Times have changed. This grandma/babooshka spoke only Russian.
But she sure knows how to knit and do business, even without Hebrew, English, or Yiddish.
International Women's Day this Sunday. Women of the world, unite!