Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Hanukkah in the city of love/lights_Day 1

Place de la République.
Chabad organized an evening like they do it in Crown Heights.
I was there, enjoying the dances, and frustrated not to dance with them.
Someone will be nice enough to bring tonight a מחיצה please? Thanks!
Some photos and videos of the meshuganess that i love so much.
Once the music starts, they start dancing.
Once the music stops, they keep on dancing and singing!
See you tonight!
I lighted the Menorah before leaving, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein


Place de la République, Paris 11ème, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Let's dance, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Tzedakah, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Joie de vivre in the city of love and lights, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Secrets, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Young Lubavitch with a thin mustache, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Serious conversation and dancers in the background, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Time to go back home, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

French Lubavitch Joie de vivre _part 2

Not a lot to say about this evening.
That was the Youd Teth Kislev 5775.
Music and speeches of rabbis of French cities…
Let's enjoy the show!
Next year, if i am still in Paris, i will be on the dance-floor, no matter what! :-)
Inside the Cirque d'Hiver, december 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Time to hide the kippah, Cirque d'Hiver, december 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Tzedakah, Cirque d'Hiver, december 2014, ©emmarubinstein


Outside the Cirque d'Hiver, december 2014, ©emmarubinstein
A Lubavirch followed by a Christmas tree, december 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Behind doors, Cirque d'Hiver, december 2014, ©emmarubinstein


Outside the Cirque d'Hiver, a field of black hats, december 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Blurred beard, Cirque d'Hiver, december 2014, ©emmarubinstein

A little of Crown Heights in the Parisian subway, december 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Going back home, Parisian subway, december 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Going back home, Parisian subway, december 2014, ©emmarubinstein
La Marseillaise to end…

Friday, December 12, 2014

French Lubavitch Joie de vivre

That was yesterday evening at Le Cirque d'Hiver* (*Winter Circus), next to République.
I only post photos today and next week, i will post another photos and some videos.
They sang La Marseillaise, song of the French Revolution. :-)
Enjoy your Shabbos!
In front of Le Cirque d'Hiver, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Inside Le Cirque d'Hiver, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Magen David in the sky, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Bochurim enjoy dancing, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Bochurim trance on the dance-floor, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Singer, photographers and bochurim dancing, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Inside Le Cirque d'Hiver, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Before leaving, they davened looking in front of the mirrors
in the direction of Yerushalayim,
December 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Le Cirque d'Hiver belongs to Bouglione family circus, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Inside Le Cirque d'Hiver, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Outside Le Cirque d'Hiver for a cigarette, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Thursday, December 11, 2014

I am in love

When i was in high school Jr and high school, i expected a lot from the French, English and History classes. I was disappointed and i was bored!
I didn't like going to school. When i was in age to sign my leave of absence, i did it sometimes.

But on my path, i had good teachers, a few.
The two best French teachers brought me a lot, not by their choices of books to read for the class but for how they explained the texts.
The first one, i was 12, and i was fascinated by her hair. She was blonde, then a sort of red hair not well-done like if she put ketchup on her hair. She gave us foreign literature to read. I remembered two of them that i didn't like reading: The Lion by Joseph Kessel, and The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway. We had finals, and i cheated. My mom had an old edition and there were notes and i copied and pasted some of them. I never finished those two books. Shame on me to have cheated on Kessel who has Jewish Lithuanian origins like me. :-)
What i liked with those teachers is they taught me humankind. I found an old friend from high school. We were in the same class with the Kessel teacher. He had family issues, and a crush on her. They exchanged letters during summer holidays. She was very supportive. She was sweet and soft with us.
Parisian shul, stained glasses, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein
On my Jewish path, i am an autodidact. That was not easy to find classes where i don't feel boredom.
I discovered the intelligence of the Torah with The Torah for Dummies.
I have been in different shuls. I fell in love with 770 and the Pupa shul in Willy.
Back in Paris, that was hard to find what i have lost.
I can't stand the Torah in French, i can't stand the word in French Dieu* (*G-d), i feel like a Christian or Catholic is talking to me. Honestly, i have cold sweats. That's probably psychosomatic.

I am a ball busters, i know! I broke a lot of balls! And mine too! :-)

And i found that Beth Midrash where i have Hebrew classes and Torah classes. And i found happiness and joy.
Thanks to the teacher once again.
The Torah is slapping my face, i fell from my chair all the time.
The rabbi is back from Israel, and he gave the Hebrew classes. That's another style, but i like his way of doing it: humor.
The two words the most important in Israel are: tomato and eggplant.
Tomato is everywhere. He said that once there was a strike because of the expensive price of the tomato. I enjoy hearing that. :-)
Parisian shul, Magen David on the ground, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein
After the Hebrew class, the Torah class with my favorite teacher.
That's not only a class about religion, that's about etymology, history, politics, economy, philosophy, poetry, sociology, and passion.
We spent two classes (1 hour and half each) talking about Abel and Cain.
We are at the beginning of the Torah, and in 4, 5 sentences you have already so many things to say.
The creation of the world has been created for the good.
Then, the creation of the human beings, and the bad arrived with the snake. The snake is an animal.
Cain was the bad, the first murderer and a human being.
I think that we are a big challenge for Him/Her.
That teacher dissects and analyzes the text very deeply. I think that we could spend one year on Cain and Abel, that's endless.
The war is already on the starting blocks with those two brothers.
Why Hashem rejected one and not the other one? Someone above us reads the intentions of our acts.
The story of Abel and Cain has divided the world: the good and the bad.
That's not only in the meaning of the text but also in the construction of the Hebrew language.
I still read Hebrew with slowness and difficulty but that's such a motivation to understand each word.

I am more in love by the idea that when you read a book that you love, you don't want it to end.
I will have thousands of pages to read in the next years, and i hope that i will meet teachers or people like her.

I like the image that the women are immortal in a certain way compares to men. Ah ah!
We are the partner of Hashem for the next generation: we give birth and we have the project of immortality.
Parisian shul, waiting for the next bar Mitzvah, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Abel is a nomad and Cain is a sedentary. Politically, she explained that to settle nomads is impossible. That's what happened with the Bedouins. And that was a failure.
It was written in the Torah! :-)
Sometimes, we can have good intentions to help people to be more integrated, but what is important is to listen to their needs.

She ended the class, talking about the poem by Victor Hugo, The Conscience, that i already mentioned in a post.
We are watched, we can't breathe! :-)

After classes, i can't do something else. On my way to go back home, i think and think.
The other day, i was invited to a dinner, i couldn't go. I didn't think of going there.
I can't explain that to my friends, they are not going to understand.
Some understand what's going on with me, but i can't talk about my deep feelings.
I have never seen a therapist but i have the impression that it's like a therapist session, i need to stay focused on what i learned during the class. That's an obviousness.
Next to my bed: Chumash, Sukkot box, Hasidic mug, Orthodox Wooden Blocks,
2014, ©emmarubinstein 

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Controversial subject

My Jewish friend, G. from NY, posted that today on FB.
http://mondoweiss.net/2014/12/nightmare-letter-students

It's like throwing a paving stone in the pool (in English, you say a bombshell).

Whatever we can think, i like what she said about her country. I am not able to agree, because i need to be there, to live things, which will be my things. And i need to spend a lot of time to make my own opinion.
When i read her article, i felt a sort of violent joy in Israel.
Life before everything, but they can be violent.
Diasporama, Judaica store, Le Marais, Paris, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein
I never felt violence amongst the Hasidic communities.
What happened in 770 yesterday is the perfect example of how they handle violence coming from someone who attack them.
There is something contradictory in their choice of making their new home in a violent country like USA. But they succeeded to protect themselves. I felt safe in Hasidic areas.
I watched the video of the attack, but i turn off the sound. I read later that some Lubavitchers asked the policemen not to shoot the deranged man!
Life before everything!
They didn't want to be the witnesses of another drama. There was one victim, but there are other victims finally. To be witness of free violence makes you a victim!

I met a Falashan recently in Paris! Not sure if he was a real one.
I was with a friend from my childhood, so i gave up for that first reason.
And the other reason was that with this kind of person, you can't argue: he thinks that he is always right.
He has never been in Israel. What he said made me sick!
He found great that Hamas used children to build the tunnels…
The use of terrorism didn't seem to bother him at all.
That's the best way to hear their voices! I will vomit!
He was totally mad at me. To get converted was like i will become a nun!
"If you fall in love with a Christian, will you push him away?"
In his mind, i became an extremist, i letted him say what he wanted…
Later in the conversation, he said that he had a child, a girl, 12 years old.
I didn't bring it up for discussion!
He is very sure about his seduction. He has no issues to be insulting with me, and to think that i will jump in his bed: NO WAY and NEVER! "One day, you won't resist"! :-)
La Boutique Jaune, Le Marais, Paris, December 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Shabbos shopping in Le Marais

My Fridays have a complicated schedule. That's my fault! :-)

I decided that the last one will be 100% Jewish like old times in Crown Heights.
No matter what, i want to do Shabbos shopping in Le Marais, and to talk with my people.

I have been stopped by a Lubavitch in front of the shul Agoudas Hakehilos. He had a strong accent from Israel, that might explain his familiarity which always stunned me.
He blessed my hat weirdly!
He wanted me to come back after my shopping.

The rue des Rosiers is not the same when Shabbos is on its way! Many of young Lubabas were there for a tefilin party, tzedakah…
The Parisian sky was under grey clouds since 6 days, that makes me down.
The colored street for Hanukkah was my refuge.
To learn how to put a tefilin, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème,
The text on the poster is not the exact translation but who cares?
 2014, ©emmarubinstein
To learn how to put a tefilin, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein
To learn how to put a tefilin, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein
To learn how to put a tefilin, rue des Rosiers,
There is a TV behind them with the face of a woman,
Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein
The Murciano bakery was closed, but the few last bakeries were opened.

I stopped by the Florence Kahn bakery to buy a challah and i met up a moment of grace.
I was an obviousness of Jewishness. The French don't ask you: "Are you Jewish?"
If you are here, you are Jewish, because you talk their language.
If you act like a tourist, you may be Jewish.
I saw the tourists outside looking at the young Lubabas putting tefilin. Some dared to ask questions, some not. I was smiling, reminding my first time with that 'stamp box'.
Florence Kahn bakery, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein
I had a chance to have a conversation with a woman who belongs to the family owner of that bakery.
Oh man! I was sent to the dark years of France: the fear to wear golden jewels and Magen David around the neck.
We chatted like old friends about her store. They renovated it and you can see the original stone which, by the way, has the color of the stone of Yerushalayim.
We chatted about the neighbors. Why the Goldenberg's closed their delicatessen?
Goldenberg delicatessen, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein
That was a monument of this street. The front store is still there and ranked: it can't be destroyed or changed. Now it's a clothes store without interest.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goldenberg_restaurant_attack
They never found the people who attacked them.
The owner passed away last May. He was 91 years old.
The delicatessen closed because of financial and hygiene issues.
That's very sad to see the past to go up in smoke.
Thanks for the neighbors to keep this past alive. But till when?
Florence Kahn bakery, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein
That lady took me aside, and she talked about her family bakery. Now there are twins who are managing it, but that's not easy.
I loved when she told me that the recipes are not taught in a school but you need to be a part of their family to know the secret of those recipes.
We talked about the USA, and she had a cousin who used to work in Las Vegas, and she too had a bad experience with the American laziness. :-)
I had a hard time to imagine someone of her family to go in Las Vegas and to work in a casino.
I have been there 5 days for a business boot camp. I liked and disliked this city.
I spent time to visit the city a little. You can't stay outside, it's too hot. The soles of my sandals melted.
Inside, i became crazy with the noise, and to see tigers in cages made me sick.
I preferred the Asian Las Vegas: Macau.

Let's go back to Paris!
She had to go back to work, but i went back later to buy a delicious red fruits strudel.
Then, i wanted to buy some boreks to La Boutique Jaune. This bakery has a name but it's also known by the Yellow Boutique. You can't miss it.
La Boutique Jaune bakery, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein
They are from Poland, all the waitresses are blonde Polish with the accent from there. They speak Polish to each other. They gave you a ticket of old times to go to the register to pay what you ordered.
There, an old man is sat. Above him, a picture of three children studying the Torah.
I bought a sheep cheese and a Spinach Pepper borek.
They don't have time to have a conversation with you. They are the only ones opened for Shabbos.
I think that they make it for tourists.
La Boutique Jaune bakery, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein
I went on my stroll to a Judaica store, Bazar Suzanne.
The window is full of Jewish stuffs. I could spend hours, but the sundown is coming early.
I had to go to another store to buy a map of Israel and Yerushalayim.
The decoration for Hanukkah was everywhere. I just bought Hanukkah gelt to give to friends.
I have to get back with my Menorah to buy candles.
Bazar Suzanne, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Bazar Suzanne, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Bazar Suzanne, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein
Shavua Tov!

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

A holy story

I talked recently online with a young man from an European country.
What intrigued me is that he said that he was a convert.
So far, nothing special… But listen well: he is a Satmar, born in a non Jewish family at all.
How can that happen?
This is his story:

"I started searching by 16, and quickly saw that all other religious had no truth in them. One winter night a few months after I turned 17, I was walking through a field at night time and I prayed - I asked Hashem to show me the way to live my life in service to him. The minute I asked that, I had the word "Judaism" buzzing around my head. But, I knew nothing about Judaism! When I got home, I started searching on the computer. "What is Judaism?", "What is the Torah?", "Who are the Jews?", etc. and everything that I read - it all felt like the truth. Over the next few months I carried on researching on the computer until about May.

May, I contacted a Reform synagogue and and went to visit. I was only going there a few weeks when I saw that that form of Judaism wasn't for me. I then contacted the Beis Din in Xxxx, and they advised me to go to a certain beis medresh. I was a modern Zionist orientated place. I prayed there for a year - every Shabbos and yom tov. I sometimes even went to the shiurim.
After a year, I saw that that place also wasn't for me. It seemed more like a performance. I wanted more an emotional prayer and way of life. The Litvishe way of life also wasn't for me. Learn all day is good, but when you have no emotional connection with Hashem, what is the point?
I was advised by someone to go and daven in the Belz beis medresh. And so there I went. I davened there a year, also, but after learning about Belz, I saw that the Belz of today is different from Belz before the war. I wanted a more closed community. I tried davening in Vizhnitz, Bobov, Ger, etc. but none called to me. In the end, I tried Satmar, and there I fell in love.
In Satmar, the Rebbe isn't glorified like a god. He leads the community, and that is that. He learns the whole day with the bochurim in the yeshiva, and he controls the most successful community. In Satmar, ahavas Yisroel is an ikker. I've been in places where if you're not one of them, they don't want to help you. What is that!? In Satmar it doesn't matter if you're Hasidic, Sefardic, Modern, etc. - if you're a Jew and you need help, Satmar will help. I also like how closed off Satmar is from the outside world. It is a world I have lived in and I have seen the effects of - I don't want to be around that anymore - I also don't want that for my children, with G-d's help.
I davened in Satmar in Xxxx about 8 months before I decided to come to Jerusalem to learn in yeshiva. This was a hard time. I didn't like the yeshiva because it didn't have good learning, and then I went to another yeshiva and they kicked me out on the street because I considered myself to be Satmar. I ended up sleeping on the street a few days, but in the end, I went to the Satmar community here in Jerusalem and they provided a place for me to sleep, food, and they let me learn with them in kollel. Since then, they've supported me with everything. I learnt a majority of Yiddish in 6 months - now, I barely use English, and it's beginning to get worse. When I was in the airport on my way back from America, I had to ask someone how to say something in English when the check-in assistant was asking me questions.
Now I'm currently in Jerusalem, but I live and learn in Xxxx
(a holy city in USA). I have chavrusas in kollel by day and night. I love it there. I came here to work on a student visa so hopefully soon I can go back and start a normal life."

Mea Sharim and its rules, Yerushalayim, 2004, ©emmarubinstein

I never met someone from another religion who converted to become a Satmar.
I already met a Jewish man who considered him as a Satmar, but he was a hippie Satmar: no black grab, no black hat… and also no shower.
I met a woman, Catholic who converted and became a Lubavitch. But she decided to follow her own rules. I didn't understand why she chose to be a part of Chabad if she didn't like the rules. She was cheating. Was it by interest only?
A sukka on a roof, Mea Sharim, Yerushalayim, 2004, ©emmarubinstein
I was curious to know about his connection to Hashem and how was his revelation. And that happened in a field is very important. The story of Abel and Cain was in a field. The word 'field' in Hebrew has a certain importance.
I like his determination a lot at a very young age. The teenage age is full of doubts and experiences. We ask a lot of questions about our life…
For him, it was like an obviousness. And he is still on this road! Well-done!

He found an emotional connection with the Satmar community! Glad for him after a bad experience.
How can someone let a teenager sleep in the streets? That's insane. Does the Torah allows that kind of behavior? I don't think so!

His story is like a holy fairytale: he will get married and will have a lot of children! :-)
Back from the shul, Rosh Hashannah in Williamsburg, 5775, ©emmarubinstein
Thanks to him for letting me posted his story.