“Like one man with one heart”

Last Shabbos we took part in an annual Shabbaton organized by “Go North” branch of Nefesh B’Nefesh – an excellent organization that is helping English-speaking Jews to make Alyah to Northern Israel. It took place in Acco (Acre), a picturesque and ancient port city close to Haifa. To get there, we took a bus Friday early afternoon in Tzfat, together with our friend and next door neighbour Tatyana and another couple from Tzfat. After only 1,5 hours ride we arrived to a totally different place from our home town. In Tzfat it was cloudy and cold – about 50 degrees , but Acco was sunny and hot – about 80 degrees. We found our way to the Hotel where we joined  other participants – all together about 150 “Anglos” – Jews who made Alyah from US, England, Canada in recent years  to various towns in the North of Israel .

There were people of all ages, families with little kids, as well as older people, and the excitement of approaching Shabbos was augmented by a joy of reuniting with friends and anticipation of new interesting encounters. We were especially happy to reunite with two couples of our long-time good friends,  who made Alyah recently from Newton, MA and Lovell, Maine to two different towns in the North of Israel.  We were also glad to see again some new friends we met during our pre-Alyah trip, and of whom we had a warm memory of kindness and generosity. 

The event was superbly organized, with lively Shabbos services, eloquent divrei Torah, interesting speakers, good food. There was also a guided tour in the center of old city of Acco, where ancient buildings and stones keep the memory of illustrious Jewish sages landing in the port of Acco as the first point of their entry to Israel. One of them was Rabbi Nachman of Breslov, who landed in Acco at the same time as Napoleon suffered his first defeat in the Middle East in this city after conquering Egypt, and the Holy Land as far as Acco. Now Acco is still very alive and busy with commerce and tourism. 

The main speaker for the event was Laura Ben David, who came with her young family to Israel on the first Nefesh B’Nefesh flight from the US in 2002.  Her family settled in one of the communities of Judea south of Jerusalem. She shared her Alyah journey – a fascinating story of joining her country and people, and through this –  discovering her true self, becoming a public speaker, writer and activist. Another speaker was a young immigrant currently in Israeli Army, who talked about his admiration and respect for high moral standards of Israeli Army, and his pride of being a religious Jew who is at the same time serving his country as a soldier.

The tables for Shabbos meals were set in a large hall, the food was beautiful, delicious and abundant, and not only tasty, but visually stimulating  as well. It provided a perfect setting for conversations and singing at the tables, and we got to know more people who are on the same journey. There was an increasing feeling of unity of people happy with their choice to be part of Israel.

The culmination of the Shabbaton was a Havdala service, set in a large Amphitheater in the Hotel with everybody singing in unison beautiful Havdala melodies illuminated by many lit candles. There was a real feeling of “…like one man with one heart.”

The event was over, but people were reluctant to leave, and continued to talk and exchange phone numbers and email addresses.

We left grateful for being part of Nefesh B’Nefesh family – the organization that not only helps people to achieve their dream of living in Israel, but also provides the opportunities to be together and share their experiences.


“It’s not possible!”

One of the most difficult things in moving to another country is discontinuity, setting on a new course, as opposed to the comfortable and familiar old one. Especially moving to Tzfat, which is not just a different country, but a different dimension. But quite a few times we experienced here mysterious ways of previous connections becoming new again.One such episode occurred last Shabbos.We were invited for a Friday night meal to Judy – a pottery artist, who also single-handedly transformed the town since the the last 8 years she has been here, by organizing “Bas Medrash” – learning place for English-speaking women who wanted to learn Torah.She had 12 guests, from US, Canada, Australia, England, and Israel, most living in Tzfat, but also a couple of Judy’s friends who came to visit from Beit Shemesh. There was a lot of delicious food, and animated Divrei Torah. In the middle of the meal electricity went out, but nobody seemed to be concerned, commenting that ” it’s just Tzfat…” Somebody suggested to put tin foil behind the candles, and Judy did that. “Great, now we can see the tin foil” – another guest said, to everybody’s laughter. Eventually our eyes got used to darkness, slightly illuminated by the candles, and the dinner continued, with new courses of food and more interesting conversation. Eber noticed that the guest from Beit Shemesh, a man in Hasidic attire and long white beard, mentioned growing up in Montreal, so when the dinner was over and we were ready to leave – still in darkness – Eber asked him, if he heard of Old Orchard Beach (closest beach to Montreal.) The guest was surprised to hear this, and said that yes, he used to come to OOB every summer as a child and his cousin used to own the “Waves” motel. “We are cousins!” Eber said. “Your father used to own a ribbon factory in Montreal, right?” He mentioned other things about the family. The “cousin” was shocked. “That’s too much” he said – “It’s not possible! I have to go and lie down…” But then we stayed longer with “cousins” reminiscing about the family and old times…The only regret Eber had is that he could not call his mother to say: “Mom, you won’t believe this one…”

Initiation to Jewish life

During our first month in Tzfat we were invited for every Shabbos meal by many different people we met in study groups, shuls and on the street. But now, after a month and a half, we are no longer “new” and the past week we were looking forward to a quiet private Friday night meal by ourselves in our small home. It did not happen. While we went out shopping last Friday morning, we met Anna – a Russian woman who is in Eber’s Ulpan class. We started talking and asked nonchalantly what she was doing Friday night. Turned out she was doing nothing. We asked if she would like to go to a shul with us, and join us for Shabbat dinner, and she eagerly agreed! She came with Tamara, another Russian woman from Eber’s Ulpan. Both women came to Tzfat half a year ago from the Russian city of Kazan. Anna was a teacher of math and physics, and Tamara was a farmacist. They told us a shoking fact – they have never been to a shul in their entire life – and they are our age! That, despite spending last six months in Tzfat where there are several shuls on every corner! The first shul they have ever been to – was Breslov shul, with us, this past Friday night – 500 people full of excitement of greeting Shabbos, singing, dancing, screeming in prayer… Amazingly to me, both women promptly got into action, swaying, dancing, mediating with closed eyes to the powerful nigguns sung by hundreds of voices and were visibly moved by the prayer service. After the shul service was over, they came to us for Friday night dinner which also was the first Shabbos dinner in their life. During the meal, Anna and Tamara got answers to some puzzling mysteries, like why men are wearing the hanging strings (Tzitzit), and why synagogue sitting is separate for men and women. But we found something in common as well: Tamara told us she chose Tzfat because she was a dreamer – and our reply was : “We are too!”

First Shabbos in Tzfat

Finally in Tzfat, we had a warm reunion with our Simply Tzfat friends, and cordially welcomed by other people that recognized us from previous visits. Everybody seemed to be excited for us and extremely impressed, although to us it feels like it’s just natural to be here; we don’t feel we did anything exceptional…
For Shabbos we got invited by good friends for meals, who treated us as a family. Kabbalat Shabbat at the big Breslov shul started at 4:15, preceded by Brit Milah at 4 pm. It ended at 6 pm, but felt like 5 min. Lecha Dodi was of incredible intensity, mostly wordless niggunim alternating with verses sung by 400 congregants and guests, and concluded by everybody singing the whole Bar Yochai song, holding hands and slowly dancing in a serpentine chain. If you have never been there – you miss one of life’s great experiences as a Jew.
Also the congregants are not afraid to pray loudly. This is an understatement.To be continued…. The pictures show an unexpected gift we got before Shabbos; our street and Eber at the door of our new house.

Our First Rewards

With all the waiting and “processing” today we were in Airport until 8 pm, tired and hungry, after eating last in the plane at 6 am. In addition, one of Eber’s suitecases split open with the contents on the ground, and we had to stand in another line for insurance form. But finally  we were on our way to Tzfat, and the problems started to recede.
First, the taxi driver picked up on the way two yeshiva bachurs who were hitchhiking and going to Tzfat, and in lieu of money which they did not have, he requested a dvar Torah, which they did with a lot of feeling, and fluency, standing at the door next to the driver – “only in Israel” moment which for us was extremely enjoyable.
Then, after finally arriving in Tzfat after 11pm, hungry and exausted, we easily found an open shavarma place, with delicious food. But even this was not without problems: they had 10 customers, but only one pita left, and we were very fortunate to get this last pita, a half each, but the customers who came later could not get any! We wery happy to get a half pita, as tomorrow is a fast day.
There were some other stores still open, and nice religious music playing softly. Our rented place was clean and welcoming. Definitely feels like a right town for us. We felt like we never left.

More Obstacles…

Obstacles did not end with our arrival to JFK. We had to wait in EL AL security line for 4 hours, appearently because of a problematic group of young people, which caused a flight delay of one hour so far, so called ‘security delay’. Finally we got into the plane, with 400 other people, and thought the problems are over… but just heard an announcement that TSA is removing 2 people from the plane and is going to look for their luggage after it has been loaded, so not sure when we are going to take off. On the good note, while suffering in line, we met some interesting people making Alyah, and got a lot of warm wishes from random travelers who notice our “ole chadash” tags.

Nefesh B’Nefesh Flight

Despite many obstacles ( blizzard yesterday, lost limo reservation, delayed flight from Portland to JFK… we are now re-united in JFK with the people making Aliah today – 76 Jews. The name tags we have say “ole chadash” (“new immigrant to Israel”.)