Saturday, August 30, 2014

Afternoon prayer at 770

I didn't schedule to go to the shul that afternoon, but He whispered the idea that around 3pm, i will have a good surprise. I only had to bring my phone and pocket book of Mary Poppins. Except that my pocket book is full of spiritual and religious questions, not furniture. :-)
Outside 770, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Month of Elul.

The section of women is empty compares to the men section.
Woman praying, and my French book to read, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
The door was open and i started to go to the first room.
And i heard the song.



I ran to the first row, because He knows that Jewish songs sung in a shul by Jewish men give me goose bumps.
But Mary Poppins had questions. She asked first a young lady who didn't know what was going on. She seemed Hasidic nevertheless. She sent me to another lady who explained me what it was: the afternoon prayer.
They start to sing, then they pray. We all turned our body to Yerushalayim.
Prayers, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein

I knew that they prayed three times a day, but i thought that the second prayer was before lunch.
I enjoyed seeing that joyful community.
Honestly i thought that to repeat the same prayers 365 days a year can be boring. But they find something in their devotion to make them awesome.
A man was playing the clarinet.
My admiration is full of desire and inspiration. I can't take my eyes off them.
I filmed them, and took a lot of photos that afternoon. I spent more than one hour, wandering from a room to another one, rocked by the hirsute voices.
The rascal female friends screaming for ice-cream, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Man with tefillin and tallit fascinates me, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
In and out of the 770, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein

There was the same lady that i already talked with, who spends hours in the shul to 'hire' new believers to the Chabad cause.
I think that she knows who i am, because she switched in French fast. She has two suitcases full of flyers, business cards, etc… promoting the rebbe.
She gave me two cards.
Beloved pink pushka and a visitor caught by the nice tyrant,
August 2014, ©emmarubinstein

The moment of grace was when i asked her if they will blow the shofar.
"You are right! They should blow it! Let me find someone who will blow it for you!"
But before the pursuit of my shofar boy, she gave me a book of psalms in French.
She was persistent with the French language.
I am a little lost with the French because i am reading all these books in the language of Shakespeare.
The French don't like doing things like everybody, some spelling of Hebrew words are different from English. The men were still singing. A woman was singing loud in my back. My phone messed up, and i thought that i recorded her. But bad surprise when i downloaded all the images, once back home.
Anyway!
The woman who sang and a Chinese pushka,
August 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Between this lady who was talking to me and to another visitor that she caught, and the song of the men, i had a hard time to read the 112 and 113 in my book and i was taking photos too. Ubiquitous i was, badly.
Once, i finished the reading, she gave me a piece of paper where i had to write a blessing. She behaved like a teacher, looked at my paper, asked me for writing names of people i mentioned. I wrote Jewish names of people i know. I didn't know what to write, she put pressure on me. :-)
I made it short. I can't write like that.
That was not good yet. I had to write the Jewish names of my parents, also my mother.
I had to end this blessing by something like "Long life to Messiah…".
She was like a nice tyrant. :-)
Then, i had to choose a book among the ones she offered me. Then, a page and put the piece of paper inside. She made me recite a blessing. She opened the book and translated me the page that i chose. Many good things, she nodded.
Men praying, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Where?, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
After the afternoon prayer, men have their tea time. Some tea time boys went to the rows to give pastries and beverages.
I asked the lady where was the rabbi.
"They are all rabbis", and she laughed.
Daven-ers in the background, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Stretching, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Tea-time boys after daven-ing, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein

I tried to run away, but she didn't forget her mission, and His mission: my shofar boy!
I came to hear it, so i had to be patient. She played with her phone a long time.
She was watching videos, texting…
At my first attempt of evasion, she called me to come back to the window, someone will be there downstairs to blow it. Nobody came.
Man praying with a hand on the Holy Book, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein

The second attempt, she ran after me, and we stayed outside.
She is well-known. The men that she called by their name, looked at her like she was meshuga. Then, they ignored her.
She said that one man was a friend of her husband, but she doesn't have a wedding ring. Weird!
I just realized that i don't remember if she wears a wig either. She is very Jewish because she didn't answer most of my personal questions. :-)
Mary Poppins, you are fired!
I gave up.
Cute rascal on a trotinette, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Looking for a shofar boy, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Looking for a shofar boy, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
I told her that women can blow the shofar. She looked at me like i was an alien.
- "It's written on Chabad.org website." (pleonasm?)
- "Really?"
He didn't make things easy, and He knows that i enjoy the company of meshuga people.
Each time i moved, she followed me.
That was funny.

My third attempt was another failure. She found a young Hasidic man. She didn't know him.
He answered in the affirmative to find someone inside.

We were sitting outside, waiting for my shofar boy.
Don't be in a rush, the Jews are always late, even if we didn't have a time scheduled.
She kept me busy, showing me a video of the rebbe, on her phone. And like in Eastern European movies, she was the voice of the translator.
I didn't try to escape.
Then, the shofar boy came out, a red hair young man.
-"Stand-up" she said to me.
Yes, sir!
He looked at us, and blew it!
It was a great sound, not like those which sound like a fart. :-)
That was very kind of him to interrupt his study to come and blow it.
I thanked him, and the lady too.
She hugged me, and pecked my cheek! :-)
My shofar boy, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
But she didn't want me to leave. That was not easy to follow a conversation with her. She mixed French, English and Hebrew.
We were back inside, she wanted to give me her personal business card.
At the end, she saved my number, and called me to save her number.
She offered me to come at the shul for a Shabbos meal, but she made me confused, thus i don't know if she was talking about Friday or Saturday.
She took back her business card.
I have to go and told her that i will give money to the man who was still standing outside for the Hachnusath Kallah.
She was not jealous, but she made me understand that, that money won't go to the 770.
"But you do what you want", she said.
I had some Kosher food to buy around, and on my way back home, i bumped into this man, once again.
He gave me a big smile. I made a part of his day! What made him happy, made me happier!

Few minutes later after i left the shul, she texted me a long text about the "teshouva", in French. I have to check what it's in English. She signed her text. She has a Sephardi name. I have questions to ask her.
I will be persistent. I would like to visit other rooms of the 770. I think that she might help me. :-)
On my way to buy kosher food, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

"Among the righteous"

I was ready to shut down my laptop, when a post on Facebook by a Sephardi friend from my childhood, caught my attention.
A documentary titled in French: Le Maghreb sous la croix gammée* (*The Maghreb under swastika).

Another sign… :-)

Before this documentary, there is a book by a Jewish American man, Robert Satloff.
He is a writer and a specialist of the Middle-East.
The documentary starts in Yad Vashem in the section of the glorious names of non Jews who saved Jewish people during the WWII.
But a list misses: the Arabs. Robert Satloff is seeking for a Schindler Arab: none in Yad Vashem.

When we talk about the Shoah, we focus on the Eastern Europe and the concentration camps.
We 'forgot' the North African Shoah.

What i learned in this documentary is that there were not only Sephardi Jews in work camps but some Eastern European Jews sent by the Nazis. The conditions were very hard, and many died bitten by scorpios or snakes, or deceased of dysentery and malaria.

The relations between Muslims and Jews in the Maghreb were fine compares to now indeed.
The deterioration of the relations started with the Nationalism.

A Sephardic woman said that: "When it was the Aïd, the Jews closed their stores, when it was Rosh Hashanah, the Arabs closed their stores. For Yom Kippur, everybody closed their stores."
They talked about the respect of the religion of each other. Judaism was accepted. None of these two religions tried to force to get converted to their own religion. They found a harmony, proclaiming that they were brothers and sisters.

Most of the camps have been destroyed, but they drove to the road where they used to be. You can see some ruins of the past.

The daughter of a Arab man who hid two Jewish families in his farm traveled with one of the survivors.
Moment of emotions!
They are very close.

These stories give hope for a better future between Jews and Arabs.

I have not found the original movie on YouTube, this is the link of the French version:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mt_kLVZH8l4&feature=share

And an article for those who don't understand my mother tongue.
I can translate if you ask for.
http://www.northjersey.com/community-news/documentary-filmmaker-highlights-righteous-arabs-1.947773?page=all

Shopping before Shabbos, Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Monday, August 25, 2014

Before Shabbos in Willy

Do you know this cards game? The Seven Families?
http://www.kaleberg.com/sevenfamilies/index.html
When i was a child, i used to play a lot.
I have an old one with animals and my favorite family was the monkeys.
I always dreamt of having a monkey, but it will be miserable if it lives in a city.
Maybe one day, if i live in a wild land, i will have a family of monkeys. :-)

I was in Willy, and i played this game.
7 families game is not enough because, in Willy, the majority of the sects are the Satmars, mixed with Bobov, Pupa, Viznitz, etc… The strictest sects are here, and there are lots of families.
In this game, there are 6 members to find to complete the family: mother, father, son, daughter, grandfather, grandmother.
In Willy, you have to play bigger in numbers.
The average of children is 7.
The 7 families game: stripes, light brown, blue, orange with a white heart,
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
The 7 families game: stripes, flowers print,
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein

The game is very easy in Willy: the parents dress up their children with the same color, or patterns.
You can guess who is the brother or sister according to their clothes. That's not easy to match the clothes for brothers and sisters. Some have succeeded.
I never noticed these matches till Friday where i strolled in the neighborhood to buy my challah.
Is it a sort of tradition to dress up the children like that, because it's Shabbos?
My king?

No doubt that the winners of the best herrings are in Crown Heights: less sweet than the Willy ones.
The reward for the best challah goes to Willy for the same reasons than the herrings. The Willy one is less sweet and also less rich.
If i eat 4 slices of Crown Heights Challah at 9:30am, i am not hungry before 6pm. :-)
After the banana diet, try the CH Challah diet. :-)
Very efficient!
The competition is still open with Brighton Beach, Boro Park, Flatbush, Midwood…

Don't expect to buy glasses, or the five fingers of Hashem… Most of the stores are closed. During the summer, the bakery where i used to go is closed for two months. The family goes Upstate during two months. I spent time in 4 bakeries.

But don't worry, a Jew who doesn't like eating is not a Jew. Thus, bakeries and supermarkets will please your Jewish palate. They will never let you starve for a Shabbos meal, never! :-)

Giant challah, and mini pastries, Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Satmar chicken van,
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
According to my Hasidic friend, water challah "sucks", she recommended me the spelt one.
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein


I tested for the first time mini-pastries. I am not fond of this kind of pastries, but i don't want to die stupid.
I was scared that they might be "étouffe-chrétien"* (suffocate-Christian). That's not nice to talk about Christianity concerning Jewish pastries. But the origins of the expression is that the Christian above-named has not a religious meaning. France was in majority Christian when this expression was born. Christian has to be taken as a human being, not as a religious person. The honor of the mini Jewish pastries is intact. :-)
The meaning of the expression: you can suffocate when the food is too rich and substantial. 
As you know, it's very impolite to talk with a mouth full of food. If you are eating an étouffe-chrétien, you spit on your nearby. Take an umbrella!
I tested a little of all of them. The chocolate cookie was not my taste: too sweet. It kills the chocolate flavor. The rest of them were fine.

On his way to Shabbos,
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein 
On their way to Shabbos,
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
The essential bouquet of flowers, $5,
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
A Yarmi Boy playing with his kippah,
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Without our phone, we are nothing,
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein 
One way to SILVE…R,
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Cute peyos,
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Smiling young lady with a lace-up frisette,
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein


On the bridge, i thought that there was a protest. I wanted to be with them.
But i haven't seen signs with: "Bring back our mini skirts, shorts, or our real hair in the streets".
That was just the line for the Monroe bus. Families were going to Kiryas Joel for Shabbos.
Shabbos makes people happy,
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Waiting for the bus for Monroe a-or Monsey,
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
One smile from an old man, that's pretty unusual and precious. :-)
My ancestors, Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
And a series about the cute rascals
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein 
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein 
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Williamsburg, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Monday, August 18, 2014

Before Shabbat Chabadabada…

… Mon cœur qui bat* (*my heart is beating)
Chabadabada…
A French movie by Claude Lelouch (Sephardi name), in 1966, A Man and A Woman.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D43yjI6cles
I prefer this video below, it's the last scene. A French movie without a love story is not a French movie.
Sorry, we are terribly romantic, and totally cheesy for many Americans. :-)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ph_ehpxZMWU


Chabad Shabbat in Crown Heights, how is it?
The best time is around 1:30 - 2pm, if you want to feel the Shabbat effervescence.
It's called Shabbat shopping, the ladies are still in the streets before coming back home to cook.
Kingston is electric, so i am.
Chabad has different styles: black hats, relaxed and the new one: hipster hasid.
August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
All the buses have rest.
August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
The sellers of flowers are at the corner of streets. The tradition is to bring a bouquet of flowers to your beloved, or not, wife. If you are single, buy one for yourself, make you happy. A house without flowers is a house without life. I am kidding! :-)
August 2014, ©emmarubinstein

During the summer, some come back home in the city, or leave to spend the week-end upstate.
August 2014, ©emmarubinstein 
Steamed peyos, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
When Boro meets Crown Heights, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein 
The New Kids On The Block, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Why Tank on?, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Shabbat dance, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Cute rascals, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Charity before Shabbat is a good business.
Chabad ladies are very persistent with charity. I find that a little annoying. I am not sure that the money that you give them in hands is going to a pushka.
Shoe and charity, at the 770, August 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Then, you come back home with your challah in a plastic bag, not like a French baguette under your arm.


On Saturday, Jonathan Sacks talked to me:
"Teach children to love, and they will have hope. Teach them to hate, and they will have anger and the desire of revenge. Thinking about the past leads to war. Thinking about the future helps us to make peace."
That was the gimmicks of Hashem, at the page 299, 2 pages before ending the book.
Another way to show what will be one of my next jobs in the Holy Land.
I got You, i told You! :-)


On Sunday, i was on my way to Bensonhurst to meet up my Jewish Russian mother.
In the subway, i met this Hasidic man.
It's always a mitzvah to have a Hasidic in my car.
It's also one of my new game: to find a car where there is a Hasidic.
I forgot that he is not able to talk to me. I had this obviousness that i can talk to him.
He now belongs to my environment.
He made me think of The Thinker by Auguste Rodin.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Thinker
August 2014, ©emmarubinstein

As you know, my Jewish Russian mother is an angel.
We were not close at the beginning. But an incident in my life made us be closer to each other.
She introduced me to her children. Both are in College. They are angels too.
I started to give them things that i don't want to move.
I was in a Dostojevski house, using what i imagined a samovar for tea.
Dostojevski was not Jewish but he talks a lot about religion in his books. Religious crisis.
Whatever what we are religious or not, religion has always been impressive and intriguing.
She got converted, not her children who are not into religion.
She showed me her adorable old shul.
She explained me that she was not ready yet for all the things not to do during Shabbos.
She doesn't use her telephone, and doesn't watch TV. But she showers, dish wash.
I admitted that i sin too. I like my Challah toasted on Saturday morning. :-)
Hashem forgives me, because He knows that toasted is more easily digestible. Sometimes, the Challah burns because, i am losing my mind in a Jewish book that i am reading during my breakfast.

Then, she talked about her family. She used to live in Moscow but she is Georgian, Russia. It's in the south of Russia. They have been invaded many times by muslims from the south.
I don't remind you the crisis of Georgia with Mr Putin.
I hope that one day, someone will make a second hole in his tushes.
The rabbi that she met for her conversion, asked her $10,000. That's totally insane. Conversion is free except  the classes, the mikhveh… The rabbi offered a discount of 50%.
She told me that she is suspicious if she is not born Jewish finally. Her great grandmother used to cover her body like the Hasidim. She refused to roll up her sleeves for laundry.
In old times, the cleavage was not trendy, and women covered more their body.
But, the most intriguing thing is that she kept Shabbos without mentioning it. She lighted candles, refused any work. Once, my Russian mother had a pair of scissors in her hands, and she screamed not to touch it. She didn't sew during Shabbos, it was a total rest.
She also think that the name of her great grandmother is Jewish because of its ending. She would like to go back to Georgia to make some researches. I told her that she can start on Internet with the help of her daughter.
I advised her, if she is confirmed Jewish-born, to go and meet this rabbi and to tell him that he stole a sister. :-)

I hope that one day, i can afford to buy her a flight ticket for Paris. She loves when i speak French, she closes her eyes. Yesterday she learned how to say I love you, "Je t'aime". Voilà !