Be proud of me

We celebrate Hanukah as often as we can with homemade latke.
I will learn how to make them.
Want some? You are welcome to bless it!
Bon appétit !

Giant latke made with organic potatoes, for sharing, ©emmarubinstein, 2014

Modesty for men required

I just read this article, and I share it with you.
" The requirement that men enter the mikveh chamber to witness the immersion of a female convert is by definition immodest conduct. How paradoxical it is that a woman is required to go through this immodest ritual in order to live as a faithful and modest Jewish woman!"
You heard probably about this man who put a camera in the mikveh to watch women naked. He is not the only one, but women are scared of voicing out.

http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/time-for-women-to-oversee-womens-immersions-for-conversion/

So Messieurs, when is your perversion going to end? :-)

Don't leave me alone!, September 2014, Williamsburg, ©emmarubinstein

My mother lineage

My mom gave me a paper from her half sister that she kept.
That's an agreement for my half aunt to be buried in the grave with the members of our family.

And there were names and dates.

The good news is that i know who were my great grand-parents.
And one of them has the Sephardic name.
Which one? Ah ah!
My great grand-father.
No Jewish blood coming from the ladies.

That means: i have to go for a conversion. :-)

My percentage of Jewish blood might be over 50%, but i am far away of the 90% i was expected.

I checked the archives to find the parents of my great grand-father.
I found out nothing so far.
He died in 1952.
I am very intrigued about what he did during the WWII.

The other good news is that my half aunt knows names from this part of the family.
She used to go to Lozère (a French area in the south of France) when she was a child.
There is a family house there too.
My mom and her brother have never been introduced to the rest of the family.
My half aunt knows the reasons probably. She was the favorite of my grand-mother.

Thus now, a new battle will be in the field: my father.
Probably his both ears are whistling. In French, when it's the right ear, it means that someone is talking about you in a bad way. The left one is in the good way.

But before, i have to go to the Jewish Agency to have all the information.

Despite the noise during the first Yom Tov of 5775, they keep on studying and davening,
770, Crown Heights, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

United Colors of Shtreimels

I found this photo on Facebook and i want to hear from you about it.

It's inspired by the commercial ads by Benetton.
https://www.google.com/images?q=united+colors+of+benetton&hl=en&gbv=2&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ei=Z0ZFVIPCL4PKObLVgYgM&ved=0CEIQsAQ

I used to buy his magazine Colors. I don't know if it still exists.

What do you think of this image?
Do you like it?
Do you want a colored shtreimel?

I love it! :-)

©United Colors of Reichert

A Jewish friend

The other evening i had a dinner with a French Sephardic friend.

Do you say everything to one friend, or do you say personal things to different friends according to the subject of the conversation?

I am the type of the second point.

A few months ago, a friend of mine, removed me from her Instagram list because she doesn't understand what i am doing with Hasidim.

Before that, she connected me to a friend of hers, all from the same high-school, because he was in Crown Heights to take photos of Hasidim for the project of an exhibition. His photos are composition well realized, but we are not on the same personal page.
What was her point? :-)

Before Shabbos in Crown Heights, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

I already talked about that, last time i was in Paris, during a dinner with her and other friends.

But someone told me that she wrote an email to my other friends about these Instagrams. I can totally understand that sometimes i posted too many photos, and it might be overwhelming. But to talk in my back, i didn't actually appreciate.

I am not going to argue with her, because, one thing is for sure: she will never understand my identity crisis.

And amongst my other friends like her, i will have to summarize and to be evasive.

Many of my friends have been to University or various schools. They received education and have culture.

I understand that they can't find interest in Hasidism, or they may be scared of them.

What bothers me the most is to judge me before asking questions.

Ignorance can be everywhere, even in my own side.

I am not hurt, because this kind of event won't change my life and the path that i decided to take.

My Sephardi friend took my defense. 

I stopped posting too many photos on Instagram. I too was getting tired of myself. :-)

She has understood that it's a personal work, and she likes the photos…

I didn't make the official announce of my coming back in my country to avoid hundred of emails asking me the same questions. Even after 3 weeks in Paris: i am here, i am there…

Maybe, that's totally selfish, but i decided who i want to see first. And also, i wanted to avoid gossips in my back with different stories about my case. I became a religious case. I jumped in another drawer. :-)

That Sephardi friend that i knew in high-school was a good choice.

We were not close at school. She was scared of my rebellion. She was very wise.

Before Shabbos in Crown Heights, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Many years later, when the social network made us meet again, the connection was totally different.

We became closer.

I already asked her some questions the last times i was back in Paris for a short time. But it was a dinner with many friends, thus that was not easy to have a deep conversation about Judaism and Jewishness.

That dinner, it was time to know her story better.

Her parents are in the same age than mine. They have known the WWII. Her father passed away years ago.

Her father was a Sephardi Jew. Her mother is Catholic.

They met just after the war, and after all this drama, they didn't think of being a Jew or not, they thought of love with a big L.

Her mother never got converted but they celebrated Jewish Holidays.

Her grand-mother knew the war, but she hasn't been a witness of the horrors. She was living in Algeria.

But she had a post-war trauma. 

My friend remembered that when they celebrated something Jewish, she closed the shutters and said: "Nobody has to know what we are doing."

My friend and her brother were scared of being in the dark. They screamed a little. But the grand-ma never gave in: he has to be like that.

With this friend, we have two things in common: we set up a company, and we had a Jewish identity crisis. She would be able to understand me, and why i am wandering amongst the Hasidim, not to become one of them, but to be close to my roots and family story.

I believe that we can meet up good and beautiful people in this world, especially amongst the minorities rejected by ignorant people. The Hasidic community came to me because i wanted it.

She was a child, practicing her Jewishness, without a Kosher stamp.

In our school, there were many Sephardi, and she was hanging out with them.

Then, she was 12, and she wanted to have her bat-mitzvah.

What did it mean to be Jewish when you are 12? To keep on being like your Jewish friends?

The answer came from her Jewish friends: "You can't do it!"

"Why?", she asked.

"You are not Jewish."

But, for her, she was Jewish.
And for me, that too was obvious.
Back to her parents, she had an identity crisis. She was mad at them.

She comes from a big family, and a close friend to her father was a rabbi. She received help from them.

Her mother cooked Kosher for her. I didn't know exactly when she got converted, and if she had her bat-mitzvah.

Before Shabbos in Crown Heights, Tzedakah, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

That was her turn of questioning me about mine.

She is a good person, and a good Jew. She can't keep Shabbos that last year, because of her job.

She is doing her best and i don't blame people who breaks their Shabbos because of their responsibilities. She has a professional conscience, and works as crazy as i used to do it.

We think 'Jewish' all the time.

We know that He is lenient with us.
I offered my help, because i felt that she needed it. I am happy that she accepted it in a non American way. I can breathe. Connections without thinking money or interest, are simpler in Europe.
I don't buy my friends, and they don't buy me either. :-)

I am still in a time of the process of keeping everything shut down during 3 days. I tried not to use too much Internet.

But He knows that i did it because i had to check where my shipping was. My Jewish books and Menorah have been checked by the English customs and will be soon on the French soil. I miss them a lot.

Another point my Sephardi friend said that made me laugh. She finds the Israeli very rude. She gave me an explanation: Israeli don't have time to be polite because their priority is somewhere else. They are daily survivors. They are living with a sort of fear. She added that she doesn't either excuse their behavior.

Before Shabbos in Crown Heights, Tzedakah, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

I feel guilt

The first week in Paris, i was on a little cloud.
Glad to be back to my roots and not to feel prisoner anymore of a country where i don't want to get back.
I can handle Kosher meals. I can read my Chumash.
My mom knows that it's forbidden to put something on it!
My Jewish cat is totally fine: she has changed, she became more social with the atheist cat till to steal her food and the cat grass. She is becoming a bad Jew by not respecting some Commandments. :-)

Rosh Hashanah 5775, Williamsburg, ©emmarubinstein

Master and disciples, Rosh Hashanah 5775, Williamsburg, ©emmarubinstein

White stockings and shtreimel shadows, Rosh Hashanah 5775, Williamsburg, ©emmarubinstein

I am doing less Jewish things because i don't live in a Jewish area where i can go to a shul at any time.
Most of the shuls are closed, because of the fear of an attack. I called a few and nobody picked up the calls.
I feel guilt and i think of Him. I have the will of doing what i am supposed to do, but i can't force the doors.

I had a look at the photos of the meshuga dances on Kingston Ave. I don't have the desire to be with them, not because of them, but because i don't want to live in USA.
I showed a video of the dances to my mom, and i explained her what it was. She was a great dancer and won competitions when she was young.
She said that if she was young, she would be dancing there. When i explained her that only men dance, and not with women, she looked at me stunned.

Funny Yiddish conversation, Rosh Hashanah 5775, Williamsburg, ©emmarubinstein

Women with their white tichel look like nuns, Rosh Hashanah 5775,
Williamsburg, ©emmarubinstein

This chapter seemed over.
I thought that the bad news was behind me! But no!
A French friend of mine who was living in Brooklyn passed away in August 2013. He was 40 years old.
I saw him 3 days before he was in a coma. Two months later, he died in Paris.
I didn't have news from him since one year and half. I texted him, emailed him: no replies.
I googled his name because he was not Hasidic, to disappear like them.
I found out that he might be back in France, and he wanted to cut people out of his life.
I was on shock after this bad news, and i couldn't sleep all night.

I thought of Him to help me to accept his tragic destiny.
I think of death differently, and if people have to leave this earth, it's for a reason that He decided.
I think positively of the death of people now. Maybe if they have to live longer on this earth, they will know a life of tragedies. Hashem decided to save their 'life'. Maybe this friend has found serenity upstate cloud.
Maybe He gave him a favor.
I had the intuition that i will bump into this friend in Paris one day. I didn't imagine that it would be in a cemetery. I will meet up his sister soon, but i don't have the strength to go to his grave, not yet.

I am living like Parisians but i am following the Orthodox holidays. I have things to do, but i am in a Jewish procrastination: i can't do them because it's Sukkot.

Men in black, Rosh Hashanah 5775, Williamsburg, ©emmarubinstein

He hates me but i love him, Rosh Hashanah 5775, Williamsburg, ©emmarubinstein

Next week, i will start to prepare my trip for Israel: passport to renew, to have more information about my Aliyah, to call my half aunt, to contact friends and people in Israel,…
I need to know where i can start my conversion seriously, except if i have Jewish roots from my mother lineage. But i feel that i need to follow Torah classes.
I am still in the process to find a shul where i feel comfortable.
I am fascinated by a new community that i can meet up in Israel: Toldos Aharon. They wear amazing clothes. Watch out guys!

Tomorrow, i am going back in Le Marais, to feel the Jewishness.
If i see Hasidic families, i will talk to them.
I have been yesterday, meeting friends from my childhood that i haven't seen since i was 16. They chose Le Marais for the meeting. They were late, and i was early because i was confused with the time. I saw a lady with a sheitel. Her husband didn't wear the black grab. I had the impression that they hid their Jewishness. They were relaxed, but not like in NY.

Too much sun, Rosh Hashanah 5775, Williamsburg, ©emmarubinstein

Flowery shtreimel, Rosh Hashanah 5775, Williamsburg, ©emmarubinstein

I had a dinner with a Sephardi friend. We talked about religion. She has friends at the shul: the woman is Jewish. She married a Catholic and she had a son. Now she is married with a Muslim and she has two daughters. The little girls go to a Torah study on Sunday morning. The father teaches the Koran. They will choose later their religion.

I thought that it will be great to have religion classes in elementary school: history of religions, then Torah, New Testament and Koran to start.
We know that religion is a pretext to justify the wars. Religion doesn't control the world, but money.
The purpose of these classes is not to choose a religion but to show that the holy books don't encourage wars, hatred of your neighbors…

I had an argument with a man yesterday in his art gallery. He was introduced to me by my two childhood friends. He thought that my project in Israel is useless. For him, if Israel and the Occupied Territories remain in that situation, nothing will change.
I told him what i already said on this blog: Israel, Gaza, the West Bank and all the Muslim countries have a huge work of introspection to do.
I am not going to change the world, and to stop the wars, but if i and other people, we can save a few kids by letting them know that they can do something great with their life, that will be a good start.
There will always be conflicts, human beings are made of that apparently.
I stopped the conversation with him, because i can't hear negative thoughts. There are no lost causes.
The only thing that i agreed with him was about the money that USA promised to give to Gaza. Who can believe that honestly? USA has no money. They should think of giving money to Irak and Afghanistan for all the collateral damages of the thousands deaths of civilians. Then, we will be able to talk about who is perpetrating crimes against humanity.

Two peyos buddies or brothers, Rosh Hashanah 5775, Williamsburg, ©emmarubinstein

Gathering in the men section at 770

When i am going to a concert of music bands that i loved when i was a teenager, and the audience is very young, i feel very old.

Entry, 770, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Books and black hat for ladies, 770, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Mechitza 770, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

This gathering at the 770 gave me the same impression. A few ladies were there, and most of them were young girls and teenagers.

Twice a year, 770 opens the men section to women. And i was there of course!
They opened it before Rosh Hashanah.

Moment of grace: devotion, hands, 770, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Whispering the name of Hashem in his ear!, 770, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

I used to watch these men all the time. That was my turn to touch these holy books, smelling the sweat of men. Some men were still there and hid between shelves. A mechitza too was there to let many men study and pray. I was a little mouse watching at them.

Daven and study, 770, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Daven, 770, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Daven, 770, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

The bochurim were in the women sections to spy us. That was their turn.
Some took off the glass of a window to have a better view!
They have seen all the graffitis of love probably!

Rascals looking at women, 770, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

When men looking at women from my favorite room,
770, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

A woman was on the stage for a speech, following by a rabbi.
There was not a lot of discipline, and i was amused by that.
I was wearing a helmet of an anthropologist.

He saw me but shhhh, 770, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Awesome devotion in the background, 770, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

I had a look at the books, they were all in Hebrew.
After the speeches, many women left.
I stayed because it was the occasion to visit the rebbe's room.
In the line, i met an angel, a young Lubaba woman.
I had a flyer with the explanation of the rules of Rosh Hashanah, day by day.
She was from Florida, and was in Crown Heights for the High Holy Days.
She translated me a prayer.
She tried to find a book with an English translation: none.

The silence of daven, 770, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

She asked me to read the flyer. She explained me everything, page by page. We haven't finished, because it was nearly our turn to go to the rebbe's room.
The men came back in their section for the evening prayer. That was amazing!
I wanted to leave the line to take some photos, but it would be rude to leave the angel.

Daven in the rebbe's room, 770, September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

She knew that i couldn't read a psalm or a prayer, because i had no book in English to do it.
I could read the flyer, thinking of the rebbe, she said. That's what i did.
This flyer included the Jewish rules and the rebbe rules.

An old lady was at the entry of the room, checking if we had kissed the Menorah. She took her job very seriously. I couldn't stay more than ten minutes, it was so hot inside.
I felt a huge devotion.
A man was in the stairs looking at us: so many ladies suddenly.

Looking at all these ladies getting out of the rebbe's room, 770,
September 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Le Marais, Paris - pre Sukkot

The grey sky is back in Paris, but i was determined to go to Le Marais come hell or high water.

I wear my sandals with tights or not till it's too cold, or too rainy.

The subway stop to be in the Jewish area is Saint-Paul, line 1.

You cross rue de Rivoli (Rivoli street), and you arrived in rue Pavée (Pavée street), where there is that shul that i already talked about more than one year: Agoudas Hakehilos:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agoudas_Hakehilos_Synagogue

The 'inspector' of Etrog, rue Pavée, Paris, October 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Lulav for sale, rue Pavée, Paris, October 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Hector Guimard was the architect, and i like his creations.

The street was full of sellers of Lulav and Etrog… I became meshuga when i saw that. 

The shul was open, and a man was at the entry, checking a Lulav.

I decided to go inside, but i was not sure that they will let me in. 

I asked a man if the women section was open. He replied that i could go, followed me and said that there were lots of women there. French Jewish humor: the section was totally empty, and i visited it with great pleasure. All the details are important in the art of Hector Guimard.

I had a look at the holy books: all are in Hebrew. 

I don't like the French version, that makes me feel reading a Christian bible, i don't know why.

Lot of red which is my favorite color.

I tried to find the man, who is the kind of 'superintendant' and 'manager' of the shul, what i learned later by a young man who sold me an Etrog. He added that he was very strict… but he was very nice with me. :-)

The French sista is back in town! :-)

Agoudas Hakehilos, men entry, rue Pavée, Paris, October 2014, ©emmarubinstein

I took some photos, and i will be back soon for a day of celebration of Sukkot. I am intrigued by what kind of women i will be 'buddy' with. :-)

There are two floors for the women. That might be packed the next few days.

Agoudas Hakehilos, men section, rue Pavée, Paris, October 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Agoudas Hakehilos, women section, rue Pavée, Paris, October 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Agoudas Hakehilos, rue Pavée, Paris, October 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Then, i went outside. There were two French tourists intrigued by what the Jews were selling. They like the facade of the shul. I invited them to come inside.

The young man said that he was not sure if they can go outside because the 'manager' might be angry.

I understood later why he was nice with me, because he thought that i came for praying, not for visiting by the way i asked for going inside. 

Strangers are not actually allowed to go inside because of the paranoia of someone hiding a bomb in the shul.

Nobody has forgotten the bomb attack of rue des Rosiers in 1982:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_terrorist_incidents,_1982

Agoudas Hakehilos, rue Pavée, Paris, October 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Agoudas Hakehilos, rue Pavée, Paris, October 2014, ©emmarubinstein 

Rabbi Mattasuf, according to a Chabad man from Crown Heights.
Who sent him to me to spy me? :-)
rue Pavée, Paris, October 2014, ©emmarubinstein

The last acts against Jews those last months make people cautious.

I am still in the 770 mood: i go inside any shul like my second home.

I bought the full Sukkot pack. I said to the seller that i have to trust him to sell me a good Etrog. It has a nice shape. I promise that i am not going to draw a naked Hasidic on it, as i did two years ago. :-)

The Lulav doesn't seem a good one. He gave me one who has not approved by the rabbi. He will have to ask for forgiveness next Yom Kippur to have sold me a crappy one. :-)

Seller of Lulav and Etrog, rue des Rosiers, Paris, October 2014, ©emmarubinstein

I can actually feel the gap between the American Jewish community and the French one. 

The three bigger Jewish community in the world are Israel, USA and France.

I don't know if it's the consequences of the WWII, but the majority of the French Jews has abandoned Hashem. 

The woman at the shul where i have been for the end of Yom Kippur said to me: "The French Jews remembered that they are Jewish at 7:15pm." They probably think of food. :-)

My first days in Paris, i wanted to eat everything. Food smells so good.

But Parisians, please, shower! First day, i met six persons stinking sweat. Deodorant is for sale everywhere. Thanks for my nose!

Seller of Lulav and Etrog and a Lubaba,
rue des Rosiers, Paris, October 2014, ©emmarubinstein

I went back home, and i showed what i bought to my mom.

When she was young, she was 'au pair' in a Jewish family, very observant in London during one year. She didn't remember Sukkot.

Before going there, she met their last 'au pair'. She said that the family was nice, and if my mom likes eating, she will be pleased.

She put on weight, eating all the pastries. When she went back in France, her friends said that she looked like a little barrel that they could roll.

The wife cooked very well, but my mom was not allowed to cook non Kosher. Sometimes, she invited my mom in restaurant where she could eat what she wanted. She liked my mom a lot and asked her for shopping. She liked the way my mom dressed up.

The only thing that my mom didn't like in this family: they were very dirty. There were three children. The little girl was stinking. My mom had a hard time to cuddle her. :-)

Seller of Lulav and Etrog with tourists asking questions,
rue des Rosiers, Paris, October 2014, ©emmarubinstein

My mom didn't remember to have seen the Etrog in their house. I explained her what it was about.

She said: "Don't try to get converted me. It won't work. Many people already tried."

I laughed. I said to her that i will spank her with the Lulav. :-)

That was the good moment to ask her for the phone number of her half-sister. She ignores her since many years now. A dark story of inheritance: my half aunt stole the part of my mom and my uncle.

I don't want to go into their family story. So i told her that if the half aunt asked something, i will tell her that i found the number in the phone book of my mom.

I will call her next week. I actually hope that she has some papers concerning my grand-mother, and why not my great grand-ma.

Hope that my grand-ma didn't burn them before the WWII to escape from the Nazis.

Paris, October 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Paris, October 2014, ©emmarubinstein

How to make your mother cook Kosher?

That was one of the big deal i was going to have once in Paris.

My mom loves Jews as you know, but she could never live with a religious Jew.
She is in the trauma of having been forced to do all the Catholic stuffs.
She likes eating at any time, and what she wants.

She started by being in the denial of my religious changes, thus i had to yell at her to make her understand that i will follow the path that i feel i have to do.

Day by day, she makes a comment, and asks questions.
That's a big improvement coming from her.
She said to our Israeli friend from my childhood, when she was in Paris last summer, that she thought that i had the intention to get converted. Our friend smiled.
She asked me how did it happen that i was 'suddenly' into Jewish religion.

How can i explain that i have always been like a volcano which is never put out?
To ask me for hiding my father roots was a burden for me. I am not a liar like she is.
In NY, i threw this burden in the ocean, and i won't come back to that secret.

I get my life in Paris, and she gets hers.

My mother cooks with organic vegetables and fruits which makes it easy to be Kosher.
She knows that i can eat chicken sometimes, but red meat is not allowed in my plate anymore.
We like fish a lot.

The best way that i found to eat Kosher at 70% is to tell her my desires of food for each day.
Shabbos is special, so i bought the fish. But i didn't tell her that we eat fish for Shabbos: a lie by omission. :-)
I didn't touch the electricity to cook that night.

I met my first Hasidic, a Lubavitch, on Friday.
He had to be on my path. He was walking too fast. He went into a mall, and i had to go to the swimming-pool to have information.
Then, i was back and i wanted to visit this new mall. I was on my way to the escalator, when i saw the same Lubaba coming down.
I had to talk to him. Second time on my path is a second Hashem accident! :-)
The Young man, 16 years old maybe, was scared of me.
That's not usual to talk to people like that in the streets in Paris.
I explained him that i was just back from NY, and that i used to live in Crown Heights.
I showed him his fringes, asking him if he was from Chabad.
He felt relieved that i was not a serial-killer of tzitzit.
He gave me the address of a Lubaba shul.
He was not from the area, thus he couldn't tell me where i could buy challah.

French shul, October 4th, ©emmarubinstein

French shul: red velvet and wooden seats, October 4th, ©emmarubinstein

French shul, October 4th, ©emmarubinstein

I woke up late the day of Yom Kippur. I had insomnias with the jetlag, and i had some stress for my Yiddish cat.
I wanted to go to two shuls. I didn't fast but i tried to see how many hours i can remain without eating and drinking.
The Lubaba shul looks like a store, and people were getting out of it when i arrived. I saw old bourgeoises ladies carrying their pocket book, without wigs. Some men were wearing tee-shirts and took off their kippah, once outside. I was disturbed.
That was not the good time for me to explore.
Thus, i went to the other one.

I talked to a woman who is a regular of that shul. She is originated from Alsace.
I explained her that i was lost with everything.
This shul is one of the oldest one in Paris: neo-byzantine style.
There is a balcony opened on the men section.
I thought that this shul was Orthodox, she smiled.
We talked about modesty, and a young woman was there, in white.
She covered her hair, but her skirt was above the knees and you could easily see her undies. :-)
No tights, and she was wearing sandals.
One girl came, wearing a short.
I was lost with the prayer book. She told me that she too is, even if she practices since her childhood.
She doesn't speak Hebrew, and the rabbi lets us know, once a hour at what page we are.

I was modest, tights with my sandals, long sleeves shirt and a jacket. I was too hot!
She gave me two names of shuls where i can find something more traditionalist.
In that shul, they don't celebrate Simchas Torah.
And i need to see the men dancing all night.

I need to explore different shuls till i find the one where i feel comfortable to practice.
I even thought of having a Jewish coach. :-)
Then i have to check with the Jewish Consistory if this shul is recognized by them.

Now that i am free, i can think of my next trip in Israel very soon…

French Lubavitch, October 4th, ©emmarubinstein