Lost in Freedom

Ocean City, MD was the most comfortable I ever remember us living. I went to public school with my sister and we busied ourselves with crab fishing, playing, and getting into trouble. We would say Kiddish friday night and keep basic holidays but nothing else. Actually my dad really hated the religious movement and he made it a point never to fast on yom kippur. Their new love for this wonderful country kept growing and we were as free as ever. Away from family or friends telling us our life style we chose was corrupt. We wanted a life far from the political Israel and far from the complicated social trends of the Jewish world. This didn't last for long and we kept upgrading our life to a better bigger house with more and more cars and televisions. Life was so simple here in America and we lived right by the ocean. I would hang out with my dad on his stores on the boardwalk. I dont remember him much but I do remember having a great childhood. Thunderstorms on the beach were moving and sunsets after long days laying on the beach. It was a time I remember that was very simple with nothing and noone to worry about. My mother had her friends and my father had his and we knew the neighborhood kids and families. We had parties and get togethers and bbq's and trips.

This life wouldnt last long and one Yom Kippur came that Rabbi Nassim Yagen came to this sinful city. The happy life in this city wasnt going to last long and he came to profess everyone's near destruction.

My Genesis

My least meaningful beginning was my birth but it is my first beginning and for that its my personal genesis. I began in a snow storm in Los Angeles California in Sanai hospital. My mom claims there were ovens in the rooms since they didn’t know how to deal with the cold. She said it was her favorite place to live but my dad being the competitive Israeli he is, broke his leg in a basketball game. He was working for my uncle at the time and my uncle could not give him the money we needed to live so he returned to Hulon Israel in a little house near my grandmother’s house. I might have only been two but I remember vividly that I had a queen size bed and I loved my room because all it could fit was that bed and nothing else. We had such a little kitchen that any time more than one person would step into in, my mom would start screaming in hebrew at them to get out. I loved that tiny little apartment.  It might have been the most run down place we ever lived in but it felt like home. About a year into living there my dad decided to go back to the states and find a way to return. His eyes were open by all the states had to provide and he wouldn’t let it go. He opened a store with my uncle Eli in Israel and and right when it started earning them some money he left to Ocean City, MD where he found a friend to open a t-shirt store on the boardwalk.He sent for my mom who was very ecstatic  to come back to the country she too fell in love with. He set up the house for us and my mom packed everything up in Israel on her own with my older sister and I. I remember that was the plane that we left my blanky on. If you ever had a niece or nephew with a blanket you know its very traumatic to lose it, its like they lost a good friend. Little did I know though that it was more that I left in on the way to America that I thought I did. I was only four years old when we made this move but I remember how my eyes shown when I saw our brand new house by the boardwalk of Ocean City Maryland.

Holon, Israel