It started with the well-known "Ha Lachma Aniya." The "Dachfin" had already arrived a long time ago, the "Dacharich" - too.<\/p>\r\n
In the center of the table, Haggadot were piled up like the number of people who had emigrated from Egypt. Thick Haggadot alongside illustrated booklets, a gift from the neighborhood grocery store with a purchase over an amount that covers several hundred such booklets.<\/p>\r\n
Everyone \u2013 except for the children who decided that now was the right time to hide in the closet sold to the gentile, the mothers who chased after them in an attempt to seat them in the vacant chair next to Dad, and the grandmother who "is just finishing putting the shit out and I'm coming" \u2013 everyone, except for them, was already seated around the Seder table laden with the night's mitzvot.<\/p>\r\n
\""Kedesh" and "Rachetz" passed without incident. The little ones are awake and alert, their eyes fixed on the bag of nuts placed on the grandfather's lap with the importance of a baby on the godfather's lap. The nephew from the fifth grade asks aloud, "Why don't they bless the taking?" And the grandmother is relieved, and the boy's parents have a smile of redemption.<\/p>\r\n
It was the turn of the "karpas". From the edges of the table there were sighs of relief at the opportunity to finally put something in their mouths. "You have to be careful not to eat more than a handful of karpas," came the voice of the learned uncle - the one in front of whom were three types of Haggadah and two leaflets from the synagogue - and with the slurping of his mouth, he destroyed the hope of another shtikala kartafel.<\/p>\r\n
The "public relations" part brought the children of the family together.<\/p>\r\n
Dad, I'm hungry.<\/strong><\/p>\r\n On the left side of the table, the cheerful group of mitzvot gathered, vigilantly following the middle matzah, while the responsible boy \u2013 the one celebrating his Bar Mitzvah in the Asro-Hag \u2013 marked the goals and assigned each one a role, with a leadership reminiscent of the hero from the Cossack stories in the forests. The fathers of the family, who had not yet sensed the danger hovering over the afikoman, placed it with honor inside the white cloth, on which was embroidered in gold letters \u2013 without a drop of paternal and responsible strategy \u2013 \"Afikoman.\".<\/p>\r\n The song "What Has Changed" gave the signal for the opening of the "Maggid." One by one, the boys with ponytails stood next to the girls with ponytails - they sang, faked, got embarrassed, sang some more, sat down, got up, got embarrassed and sang again, until all the questions were finished. A look in Grandma's direction taught that it was worth an entire month of scrubbing, cooking and shopping to reach such a defining moment.<\/p>\r\n \""Dad, I'm hungry," came the voice of the duty Hinuka, "How long until we eat?" - the father raised his eyes towards the grandfather to make sure that the question had not reached his ears. That was all he was missing. A 658-page Haggadah rested in front of the seventy-year-old grandfather, with pages of 'varat' and Torah novellas on each page of the Haggadah - some he had prepared himself and the rest he had heard in sermons. Last year, he didn't even manage to say a quarter of what he wanted to say, but that didn't stop him from placing this Haggadah next to him this year too.<\/p>\r\n Rabbi Eliezer and Rabbi Yehoshua and the other Tannaim from the first act of the Haggadah brought the learned and wise uncle to ask - "These are all streets in Bnei Brak, aren't they?" The grandfather smiled at him patiently and continued towards the four sons. At the "wise son", the mothers' gazes rested with compassion on their children, certain that the Torah was speaking about them and nothing else.<\/p>\r\n The sounds of the matzo crumbs<\/strong><\/p>\r\n \"What does it mean that there are no Mfitirin after the Passover Afikoman?\" \u2013 the elder brother-in-law threw a question into the space of the Seder bowl. The answers began to gather, as at the time of redemption, from the four corners of the table.<\/p>\r\n \""I have an answer," was one of the family members, "I will read it to you." And here she began to lecture on a parable from Dubnai from the Leipzig Fair, moved on to an event that took place during the time of the famous Jew, and took issue with the Maharal's explanation. "At this rate, we'll be finished tomorrow," grumbled someone from the end of the table.<\/p>\r\n The ten plagues flew by. The "dayno" also passed successfully. "Washing," the grandfather called, and the eyes of the freedmen lit up. Bowls for washing hands were brought to the table for the freedmen. One by one, those seated on the left side turned and performed the "Motziah Matzah" in an elegant manner. The sounds of the matzah crumbs were replaced by the sounds of the breaths of the full ones.<\/p>\r\n \""That's it, I'm done for today," said the elderly uncle who had been waiting for this moment for so long. "Don't be insulting," his sister, the grandmother, was offended. "I made you the Kneidlach that you like.".<\/p>\r\n At "Maror" the table turned green. Washed lettuce leaves were distributed to everyone, and only the grandfather reached out his hand towards the horseradish. "Dad, it's spicy, not bitter," the son from "Bite Maths" mumbled. The grandfather waved his hand dismissively and filled his mouth with pungency. At "Korach" there was no one to talk to. "I wonder what the table would look like with its occupants now from an aerial photograph," I mused. I could no longer speak.<\/p>\r\n 20 precious minutes were devoted to the "editor's table." "It's almost midnight," the grandfather decided, while giving up the last dish to the heartbreak of the uncle from Netanya.<\/p>\r\n ''Had Gadya' went to sleep<\/strong><\/p>\r\n Like wine stains on the Seder table, the children suddenly appeared one by one from the group of mitzvot.<\/p>\r\n \""North," the grandfather announced and began the gift-giving ceremony.<\/p>\r\n \""Grandpa, I want tefillin for the bar mitzvah," the eldest grandson insisted. "I want a 'Hello Kitty' bag, it's the seven-year-old's turn. "I want a car with a license plate." "I'm a computer clock" and "You promised me you'd buy me a bicycle" - the little ones were heard enthusiastically.<\/p>\r\n The promises were accepted and the deals were closed. The lost afikomen were brought to the table and the table-sitters fell back to their left sides to hold a meal in the cause.<\/p>\r\n \""The blessing" passed in complete silence. The benefactors gathered around the Haggadah, straining to read word for word. "I'm blown away," declared the uncle who finished the blessing first and stood up.<\/p>\r\n The little ones, who were still awake and engaged in an enthusiastic conversation about the gifts they had been promised, gathered near the front door, waiting for their grandfather's permission to open the door for the prophet Elijah. The long-awaited permission came and the door opened. To the sound of the children's playful laughter, the uncle from Netanya entered and walked into the house - every year it repeats itself. He finishes the blessing and disappears. Every year no one "knows" where.<\/p>\r\n With their last strength, the listeners sat down to recite "Hillel." Old melodies alongside recent hits were heard throughout the Hallel sections. There was even a new "single" to choose from from "Atar's." During "Nerzta," some heads fell on the open Haggadah.<\/p>\r\n \""Had Gadya" has already put everyone to bed.<\/p>\r\n \""Next year in Jerusalem," the grandfather wished, his voice carrying from one end of the table to the other.<\/p>\r\n \""Amen," an unknown echo answered him from a distance.<\/p>\r\n artist.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"The promises were accepted and the deals were closed. 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