- Remembrance by Anna Justice
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sZJaNMIedo
This movie is based on a true story. I made some researches because i didn't understand some scenes and characters in this movie.
The main male character, Tomasz is not Jewish but he was in the Polish resistance and has been arrested and sent to a camp. He met Hannah.
I tried to understand why his mother was so nasty with Hannah, the Jewish woman he fell in love with.
First, i thought that they were all Jewish and the mother was a sort of des-Baal Teshuva: she refused her son to be with a Jewish woman that could be dangerous but also she denied her religion because G-d abandoned her during the war.
But it's worse, she is not Jewish, and an informer. Capable of the worse things to keep her sons alive.
She is disgusting.
The scenes that i preferred in this movie are the ones shot in Brooklyn. The actress, playing Hannah older, shows her how she is moved when she knew that her first love, Tomasz is alive.
Suddenly, she is out of her current life, and all her souvenirs of these dark days, but full of love, came up to her mind.
I will talk about the other movies later, i can't do right now. See below!
Today, i am, once again shamed of my country with the last events, on the Bastille Day Eve.
I am shamed. People like Jean Moulin, a man of the French resistance fought for human rights and for saving my country from the hands of the nazis, and he was not Jewish.
The mini Crystal Night happened in Paris. Some Jews have been threatened in shul. They had to wait inside that the police came to save them. They received stones, and slogans like: "We will kill all of you."
Some Jewish stores, besides Bastille, have been destroyed.
Minor events lead to a Holocaust, if my memory works well.
I have never seen Jews in the streets of Paris gathering, protesting, and say: "Death to all the Arabs, Muslims, Africans…". NEVER!
My country has opened its door to anyone from any race and religion.
If you don't like Jews, go back to your countries, or a country where there are no Jews, or other races, religions that you don't like.
Is it a failure of the democracy and the freedom of expression in my country?
I want to scream and cry, and i am scared!
Monday, July 14, 2014
Friday, July 11, 2014
I got my song for Shabbos!
Back in Boro(ough) Park yesterday to meet the salesman of the music store.
He is so funny. My phone was on, and i could tell him the title that sounds like that: "Chasdie Hashem Kee Loy Sumni".
And once again, he sang it, and i bursted out laughing.
Behind the shelves, there was a peyos man, who laughed too and came to us. He is a Satmar.
I showed them the video, because i wanted this version of the song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlfyAMHx4Xw
The Satmar man was funny too, and not scared of talking to a woman. He said that there is a man who sings and all my babies sing with him. I asked him to record a live for me this year.
He said: "You should come with us this year."
I replied: "Yes, for sure, but how can i hide what Mother Nature gave to women?"
He also wanted to know how i feel this song and what it inspires me.
I have a hard problem to talk about what music is doing to me. That's something very strong and deep. It's tied to many souvenirs, people, feelings… That's not nostalgia or melancholia, feelings that i dislike a lot, tied to remorses and regrets. I can have images back in my mind when i listen to songs.
I asked them to let me know what this song was about. G-d indeed, but what else? I had my answer.
I am impressed by this carpet of black men, singing and dancing when the rabbi comes in. Yes, i am jealous not to be amongst them. :-)
Then, i asked questions to the salesman about his sect. He is a Gurer/Gerer, from the Polish sect Gur/Ger. I googled this sect. He doesn't dress like them. He recommended me other CDs and a DVD with Hasidic things that i like.
He is so funny. My phone was on, and i could tell him the title that sounds like that: "Chasdie Hashem Kee Loy Sumni".
And once again, he sang it, and i bursted out laughing.
Behind the shelves, there was a peyos man, who laughed too and came to us. He is a Satmar.
I showed them the video, because i wanted this version of the song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlfyAMHx4Xw
The Satmar man was funny too, and not scared of talking to a woman. He said that there is a man who sings and all my babies sing with him. I asked him to record a live for me this year.
He said: "You should come with us this year."
I replied: "Yes, for sure, but how can i hide what Mother Nature gave to women?"
He also wanted to know how i feel this song and what it inspires me.
I have a hard problem to talk about what music is doing to me. That's something very strong and deep. It's tied to many souvenirs, people, feelings… That's not nostalgia or melancholia, feelings that i dislike a lot, tied to remorses and regrets. I can have images back in my mind when i listen to songs.
I asked them to let me know what this song was about. G-d indeed, but what else? I had my answer.
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| DVD and CDs selection, July 2014, ©emmarubinstein |
I am impressed by this carpet of black men, singing and dancing when the rabbi comes in. Yes, i am jealous not to be amongst them. :-)
Then, i asked questions to the salesman about his sect. He is a Gurer/Gerer, from the Polish sect Gur/Ger. I googled this sect. He doesn't dress like them. He recommended me other CDs and a DVD with Hasidic things that i like.
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| Lonesome cigarette, July 2014, ©emmarubinstein |
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| Ladies, July 2014, ©emmarubinstein |
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| DVD and CDs selection, July 2014, ©emmarubinstein |
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| The real lingerie is inside, July 2014, ©emmarubinstein |
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| This man ignored me. I wanted to talk to him. He has many stories to tell, July 2014, ©emmarubinstein |
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| July 2014, ©emmarubinstein |
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| Shoe maker, July 2014, ©emmarubinstein |
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| Hop in, July 2014, ©emmarubinstein |
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| Hop out, July 2014, ©emmarubinstein |
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| July 2014, ©emmarubinstein |
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| Hasidic nap in the subway, July 2014, ©emmarubinstein |
Thursday, July 10, 2014
My king called me / Magic Williamsburg
Can you believe that my king swallowed his shyness and called me after nearly 3 years of trading emails?
He too was scared of not understanding my accent. :-)
Such a cutie!
2 hours and half of conversation. Most of the conversation will remain secret.
He explained me the difference between Boro Park and Williamsburg about my impression of the Hasidim less relaxed for the latter.
My king, did you check if the hens had teeth the day after (i.e. if pigs might fly)?
It was a sort of miracle. :-)
Yesterday, i was back in Willy for one of my daily holy stroll. I need to feel G-d by bumping into my little black hirsute men.
I found out in the morning that i always had faith. To believe in G-d doesn't mean that you have faith.
According to Jonathan Sacks: "What they (the rabbis) is faith: faith that effort is rewarded, that dedication is worthwhile, that there is no creativity without risk and no risk without occasional failure. … Faith is not certainty. It is the courage to live with uncertainty. Faith is never easy."
I felt faithful, and good hirsute vibes came to me.
I enjoy wandering in Judaica stores, as you know, looking for the books and other stuffs.
In one of them, i asked for the Hungarian song, and the peyos salesman was smiling as crazy.
- "Where did you hear this song?"
- "A video on YoutTube."
- "Why did you like this song?"
I didn't want to elaborate and, to explain that i have Hasidic friends. There were two other male Hasidim reading close to us. Maybe, he is a troublemaker… Ver veys!
The most delightful meeting was with a Vizhnitz man in another bookstore. We talked during one hour, interrupted by clients sometimes. One of them, a Hasidic woman, apologized to cut us in our conversation. I told her that it was fine: we were talking about her community that i like so much. She was with two friends, less friendly. I felt that she might be interested to be a part of this conversation if she has been alone.
I can be bad to remember faces, but i think that i already had a conversation with this man.
We started by translation of 'You welcome' in French and in Yiddish. Same meaning in French and Yiddish. In French we say 'De rien', meaning 'Of nothing'.
He told me his story: where he was born and raised, how he met his wife… He explained me how it works in his community to find the 'good' match.
He is married since 25 years to the same wife. He looked so young that i had to ask him what it was his secret.
We too talked about the problems of an arranged marriage with someone you are not able to love. He has understood my arguments. You can't buy love, and chemistry between two people.
Love is allowed in the Torah, it doesn't mention arranged marriage. His argument is that the parents want the best for their children. Indeed! But does it mean that they have to choose the person who will share their life? He agreed
He asked me how i met Hasidim. I didn't lie, and he wanted to know why my king, happily married, needed to go on Craiglist.
"To have a breeze of freedom, and share conversations like we are doing right now, with someone who is an outsider."
Outside, there was the Monroe bus, the Kosher bus, as my king says. I want to go to Kyrias Joel, and take a bath of hirsute black men. :-)
"Wear a tee-shirt, write "Spank me!" in the back. It's what you want?", my king suggested me on the phone. I bursted out laughing.
The Vizhnitz man said: "You can take the bus, but you need to wear something to cover…" having his eyes on my cleavage that was not deep, because i was in Willy. :-)
-"It's not that you don't like cleavage, but you don't want to see it. You like seeing cleavage.", i said with a big smile. :-)
He thought that in Crown Heights, in Chabad community, you can wear cleavage. Not at all, i had to cover Mister and Missy Boobies for the Shabbat meal. :-)
We talked about divorce, and he asked me if in my world or his they are more divorces. I don't know the numbers, but usually in both worlds, people don't get divorced because of the children. In his world, there is the pressure of family, community… They need the agreement of the rabbi… In my world, that seems easier.
Finally i introduced myself, and i liked the European way he pronounced Rubinstein, "Rubinstaïn" instead of "Rubinsteen", in the American way.
He introduced himself, only mentioning his first name.
The last Hasidic that i met up in person, showed me his ID that i didn't want to see. I was more focused on his photo where his peyos were bigger and thicker than the ones he has now.
I said to my king that i would like to kidnap some Hasidim to come with me in Paris.
I could rent an apartment for them and their family. Their job would be to walk around my place all day to make me think of a Brooklynite landscape.
My king suggested to come and visit me in Paris. I told him to hide his peyos, because Parisians are not so tolerant. There are tensions between communities. He could wear a wig, he said. What kind of wig?
:-)
He too was scared of not understanding my accent. :-)
Such a cutie!
2 hours and half of conversation. Most of the conversation will remain secret.
He explained me the difference between Boro Park and Williamsburg about my impression of the Hasidim less relaxed for the latter.
My king, did you check if the hens had teeth the day after (i.e. if pigs might fly)?
It was a sort of miracle. :-)
Yesterday, i was back in Willy for one of my daily holy stroll. I need to feel G-d by bumping into my little black hirsute men.
I found out in the morning that i always had faith. To believe in G-d doesn't mean that you have faith.
According to Jonathan Sacks: "What they (the rabbis) is faith: faith that effort is rewarded, that dedication is worthwhile, that there is no creativity without risk and no risk without occasional failure. … Faith is not certainty. It is the courage to live with uncertainty. Faith is never easy."
I felt faithful, and good hirsute vibes came to me.
I enjoy wandering in Judaica stores, as you know, looking for the books and other stuffs.
In one of them, i asked for the Hungarian song, and the peyos salesman was smiling as crazy.
- "Where did you hear this song?"
- "A video on YoutTube."
- "Why did you like this song?"
I didn't want to elaborate and, to explain that i have Hasidic friends. There were two other male Hasidim reading close to us. Maybe, he is a troublemaker… Ver veys!
The most delightful meeting was with a Vizhnitz man in another bookstore. We talked during one hour, interrupted by clients sometimes. One of them, a Hasidic woman, apologized to cut us in our conversation. I told her that it was fine: we were talking about her community that i like so much. She was with two friends, less friendly. I felt that she might be interested to be a part of this conversation if she has been alone.
I can be bad to remember faces, but i think that i already had a conversation with this man.
We started by translation of 'You welcome' in French and in Yiddish. Same meaning in French and Yiddish. In French we say 'De rien', meaning 'Of nothing'.
He told me his story: where he was born and raised, how he met his wife… He explained me how it works in his community to find the 'good' match.
He is married since 25 years to the same wife. He looked so young that i had to ask him what it was his secret.
We too talked about the problems of an arranged marriage with someone you are not able to love. He has understood my arguments. You can't buy love, and chemistry between two people.
Love is allowed in the Torah, it doesn't mention arranged marriage. His argument is that the parents want the best for their children. Indeed! But does it mean that they have to choose the person who will share their life? He agreed
He asked me how i met Hasidim. I didn't lie, and he wanted to know why my king, happily married, needed to go on Craiglist.
"To have a breeze of freedom, and share conversations like we are doing right now, with someone who is an outsider."
Outside, there was the Monroe bus, the Kosher bus, as my king says. I want to go to Kyrias Joel, and take a bath of hirsute black men. :-)
"Wear a tee-shirt, write "Spank me!" in the back. It's what you want?", my king suggested me on the phone. I bursted out laughing.
The Vizhnitz man said: "You can take the bus, but you need to wear something to cover…" having his eyes on my cleavage that was not deep, because i was in Willy. :-)
-"It's not that you don't like cleavage, but you don't want to see it. You like seeing cleavage.", i said with a big smile. :-)
He thought that in Crown Heights, in Chabad community, you can wear cleavage. Not at all, i had to cover Mister and Missy Boobies for the Shabbat meal. :-)
We talked about divorce, and he asked me if in my world or his they are more divorces. I don't know the numbers, but usually in both worlds, people don't get divorced because of the children. In his world, there is the pressure of family, community… They need the agreement of the rabbi… In my world, that seems easier.
Finally i introduced myself, and i liked the European way he pronounced Rubinstein, "Rubinstaïn" instead of "Rubinsteen", in the American way.
He introduced himself, only mentioning his first name.
The last Hasidic that i met up in person, showed me his ID that i didn't want to see. I was more focused on his photo where his peyos were bigger and thicker than the ones he has now.
I said to my king that i would like to kidnap some Hasidim to come with me in Paris.
I could rent an apartment for them and their family. Their job would be to walk around my place all day to make me think of a Brooklynite landscape.
My king suggested to come and visit me in Paris. I told him to hide his peyos, because Parisians are not so tolerant. There are tensions between communities. He could wear a wig, he said. What kind of wig?
:-)
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| Beautiful redhead, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Lonesome teddy tear who doesn't want to learn the Torah, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Readers, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Ladies, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Ringing the bell of the Shul, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Dry cleaner, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| A Judaica store, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| A beautiful grand-ma, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| A crown of fake sausages, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Lonesome umbrellas, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Ladies with flesh colored tights and Audrey Hepburn shoes, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Gottlieb's restaurant, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Gottlieb's restaurant, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Gottlieb's restaurant, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Poster, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Clock and boxes, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Window of flowers, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Looking at the Monroe Bus, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Poster, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Swinging fringes, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Mini peyos bus, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Mini peyos bus, Williamsburg, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Monday, July 7, 2014
A stroll on Kingston Ave.
I love this avenue with a Jamaican name. I tried to find some Hasidic looking like Bob Marley, but none.
Yesterday, i wanted to visit the Kingston Bakery Store.
I made a stop at the Judaica store that was open.
I bought a mini book of psalms for my second ride to the Ohel next week. The psalms books were there all in Hebrew. I have no excuses not to read the psalms, before reading my new letter. :-)
20 years that the Rebbe passed away, and i had the feeling that the love that the Lubaba have for him is very deep and strong. I too have the impression that they worship him a lot.
Is there a contradiction with the second commandment?
They thought that it will be the Messiah, but he was not because he is a mortal.
How do you imagine the Messiah?
Do you think that he/she will be human?
My personal thought is that i don't see the Messiah as someone but something very powerful.
Jonathan Sacks, page 81, says something in reference to Exodus book: "Faith is about seeing the miraculous in the everyday, not about waiting every day for the miraculous."
In other words, we are responsible of this world.
Earlier, he says: "They (the rabbis) believed that God left the world incomplete to be completed by humanity. That, in Judaism, is not heresy but mainstream belief."
I see the arrival of the Messiah like the end of this world. We are so bad with this earth. It covers with so much blood, pain… To be better, we can't be human beings with different thoughts, intelligence, different definitions of what is good and bad… How can we find a harmony between human beings?
So, i try to understand, the 'Baruch Hashem' for every thing in every day of life.
We always have the choice, and we have to work for a better world.
The world starts at our door.
I heard many Hasidim to tell me that Hashem wanted this life for them. I don't understand, sorry!
They don't try to change something to their life. Everything is at a loss.
How can you say that if you don't even try?
I was in the Kingston Bakery store and i assisted at a scene very funny.
There was a woman with a wig whose the conversation was loud. She was with two Hasidim to resolve a couple issue. I don't know what was her part in the family of the man, sat in front of her.
She was not a psychologist, but advised the man about the behavior of his wife who apparently, overreacted lately. The man was quiet, and can't talk a lot because of the woman who was talking a lot.
Was she the mother of this man to wash the dirty laundry in public?
The other Hasidic remained standing up and was joking.
I was not the only one to smile, two other Hasidic women did it.
I didn't catch up the whole conversation, i don't actually like listening the gossips.
Yesterday, i wanted to visit the Kingston Bakery Store.
I made a stop at the Judaica store that was open.
I bought a mini book of psalms for my second ride to the Ohel next week. The psalms books were there all in Hebrew. I have no excuses not to read the psalms, before reading my new letter. :-)
20 years that the Rebbe passed away, and i had the feeling that the love that the Lubaba have for him is very deep and strong. I too have the impression that they worship him a lot.
Is there a contradiction with the second commandment?
They thought that it will be the Messiah, but he was not because he is a mortal.
How do you imagine the Messiah?
Do you think that he/she will be human?
My personal thought is that i don't see the Messiah as someone but something very powerful.
Jonathan Sacks, page 81, says something in reference to Exodus book: "Faith is about seeing the miraculous in the everyday, not about waiting every day for the miraculous."
In other words, we are responsible of this world.
Earlier, he says: "They (the rabbis) believed that God left the world incomplete to be completed by humanity. That, in Judaism, is not heresy but mainstream belief."
I see the arrival of the Messiah like the end of this world. We are so bad with this earth. It covers with so much blood, pain… To be better, we can't be human beings with different thoughts, intelligence, different definitions of what is good and bad… How can we find a harmony between human beings?
So, i try to understand, the 'Baruch Hashem' for every thing in every day of life.
We always have the choice, and we have to work for a better world.
The world starts at our door.
I heard many Hasidim to tell me that Hashem wanted this life for them. I don't understand, sorry!
They don't try to change something to their life. Everything is at a loss.
How can you say that if you don't even try?
I was in the Kingston Bakery store and i assisted at a scene very funny.
There was a woman with a wig whose the conversation was loud. She was with two Hasidim to resolve a couple issue. I don't know what was her part in the family of the man, sat in front of her.
She was not a psychologist, but advised the man about the behavior of his wife who apparently, overreacted lately. The man was quiet, and can't talk a lot because of the woman who was talking a lot.
Was she the mother of this man to wash the dirty laundry in public?
The other Hasidic remained standing up and was joking.
I was not the only one to smile, two other Hasidic women did it.
I didn't catch up the whole conversation, i don't actually like listening the gossips.
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| The rebbe forever, Crown Heights, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| The Sunday issue, Crown Heights, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| A man who is reading, is always sexy, Crown Heights, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Hold my hand, Crown Heights, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| A man who is reading, is always sexy, Crown Heights, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Photos for wallet, Crown Heights, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Photos for wallet: beautiful young face of the rebbe, Crown Heights, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Pushka but no tip jar, Crown Heights, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Aquarium, Crown Heights, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Fish and potatoes, Crown Heights, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Lonesome chair, Crown Heights, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Crown Heights, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Chabad style: the cowboy with fringes, Crown Heights, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Let's be ready!, Crown Heights, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| A Bedouin with crocs?, Crown Heights, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| Men entry of 770, Crown Heights, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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| 770 entry, Crown Heights, July 2014 ©emmarubinstein |
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