Friday, September 29, 2006

They're Back

How anyone can believe that Israel is God's country, Jerusalem is His city, Rosh Hashana is the Holiday to proclaim His kingship, and so on that day one has to be in.....Uman, is beyond me. I even got a DVD dropped in my mailbox before Rosh Hashana called "Uman: You are also invited!" I havent watched it yet. But all the Na-Nachmanites go off, even collecting Tzedaka to get there. Point of all this is, I was sitting in my house last night when the building starting to shake from the volume of the music coming from outside. I went out, and there, sitting in traffic, was the Nachman tank: a van, painted all over in Nachmanite colors and symbols (I don't either know what that means), with huge loudspeakers on top, and at least twenty Nachmanites dancing in front off it. They were playing the Nachman theme song, but after about twenty minutes they changed to something else (there was a lot of traffic). So I guess the Uman trip is over.
I actually have something to thank the Nachmanites for. A few years ago I was travelling with my fiance-at the-time from New York to Israel. Amir Peretz was in charge of the Histadrut, so of course they were on strike. We flew via Budapest, and we were told that they can't promise we would have a connecting flight. It was a few days before Yom Kippur, but we knew the strike would have to break, so we flew anyway. We made it to Budapest, the strike had ended, and our conecing flight was nine hours later. BUT the airline gave us our luggage, becuase they had not checked it all the way to Israel. So we went to the ticket counter, but they wouldnt take it until three hours before the flight. We tried to put it in a safe room, but they wanted around $100 to hold it for the nine hours. We really wanted to get out of the airport and tour a bit, but we didnt knwo what to do. Then Shany saw a Nachmanite circle. Around fifteen men were sitting in a circle with their luggage around them, in a way that reminded of circling the wagons on the Yukon Trail. They had been there already a day, and were waiting for a flight out. They agreed to watch our luggage, refused payment, and we went out to explore. We came back seven hours later, or so, after having seen the old Jewish Quarter in Pest, a massive shul, crossed the Danube river, and looked at castle ruins in Buda. We looked for the Nachmanites, but couldnt find them anywhere. We got a bit nervous, but then we saw our luggage in a corner. We couldnt believe that they had abondoned our luggage, and ran toward it before security took it. As we got there, an old lady yelled at us in Hebrew for leaving our luggage. The Nachmanites flight had been called, so they found another Israeli to watch our bags. She was very angry, til we offered to pay her. Then she got insulted, called us motek, and said we could buy her a coffee in Israel. She wasnt on our flight, so she never got her coffee. So thanks to Uman and Nachmanites, I saved $100 and we got to see BudaPest.


Blogger menachem said...

i think you mean the oregon trail.

you have died of cholera

3:14 PM  
Blogger stillruleall said...

Good call. the Yukon Trail was part two. It was about finding gold in the yukon. not nearly as good as the Oregon Trail.

9:19 PM  

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