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from an email from Mrs. Rubin, Erev Shabbos Parshas Eikev, 5766 in
Tzfat
our trip to israel has very intense moments, the spiritual inspirational
at the holy sites, kever rochel, kosel hamaaravi, kever menucha rochel
in chevron, mearas hamachpela, where jews of all kinds and flavors are
pouring out their hearts to Hashem in prayer, psalms .
at this moment we ran downstairs as the sirens azaka,are blaring in
tsfaet we try to take shelter under many roofs to be more protected. lmy
sister sara marzel and daughters prepared many food packages with salad
ingredients, cake kugel home baked and chocolate, and some canned goods
to give to families.
she had someone deliver pampers, the grocery store is open and has just
the basic staples. the phone is ringing off the hook, this one neeeds a
home visit since a kayushe fell across the street and they are
traumatized.so rivkie will go visit her, rivkie went to deliver some of
the food packages with a woman from jerusalem who came up north to
assist the people.
as i was writing this, there were several sirens, piercing the air,
predicting an ominent danger to normal civilians and thier families.
many of the people who left to the center are housed in schools, adn
public buildings and are dependent upon all their needs from others, a
very uncomfortable unautonomous feeling, those that are left behind,
some need food desperately and are in constant fear. no minute is
predicatable, we just experienced a continued bombardment of sirens and
heard the kayushas falling, some of the sirens we don't even here, we
reported it and they are trying to fix it...
from a phone conversation with Rabbi Israel Rubin in Tzfat, Erev
Shabbos Eikev 5766
When we were in Yershalayim it was a different feeling. Jerusalem is
teeming with people. The streets are full, it’s like Saratoga in August.
Many northerners came down here during the rocket strikes, it’s
especially hard to be up north if you have small children.
Many have left Tzfat, but plenty people remain here. Every time the
siren goes off you have to run to the shelter or to the safest part of
the house. The Merzels (Mrs. Rubin’s sister) don’t have a shelter but
they go to the hallway which is the deepest part of the house, has no
windows and is most protected from the outside. While writing an article
for the Rosh Hashana newspaper we had to run three times to the hallway
for shelter.
It happens a lot. The sirens wail, then you hear a major thud - a huge
crash as the rocket lands. Many have landed within 3-5 miles of where we
are. Then you hear the Israeli fighter jets flying above, the border
with Lebanon is not that far from Tzfat. You can sometimes hear the
booms of artillery even.
Tzfat is much emptier. Most with small children left for the south. Not
everyone is able to leave, not everyone wants to leave. Are people sad
here? Not really. They are resilient and go on with life as best under
the circumstances. In the south, like in Jerusalem, it’s busy and
bustling and aside for the Shochatman Wedding (relatives of Mrs.
Piekarsky) that we planned to go to, we ended up being part of 2 or 3
other weddings, by chance.
We went to Kever Rochel in Beit Lechem, and then to Me’oras HaMachpelah
in Chevron. Outside there was a big wedding, lots of people in white,
summery clothing, dancing and singing. We even ate at that wedding! The
Rabbi there, a settler leader, spoke confidently and strongly despite
all the current events.
While visiting Itche and Esther (Mrs. Rubin’s brother) in Tel Aviv we
went off for a walk in the neighborhood. Generally speaking, it doesn’t
have the feel and vibe you get in Yerushalayim, it’s kind of dead
spiritually speaking. Then we turned a corner, and saw a large group of
Chassidim dressed in Shabbos finery, it was a wedding of the Koznitzer
Rebbe’s granddaughter. So we joined in, and we called Moshe Losice,
because Mrs. Losice’s family was from Koznitzer Chassidim, and the
Koznitzer Rebbe was the mesader Kiddushin at the Losice wedding.
Bubbe Piekarsky (Mrs. Rubin’s mother) returned with us to Tzfat after
the Shochatman wedding. Rivky (Mrs. Rubin’s daughter) is here also, and
is assisting with bringing food and comfort to people stuck at home.
Thanks to all who sent tzedakah money along with us, the Merzels bought
a lot of food and baked dozens of cakes and kugels and food to bring to
many people who literally have nearly nothing in the refrigerator. A lot
of the parnossah in Tzfat is dependent on tourism, which dried up
completely, and people who were poor to begin with, now have even less.
The Rubins are returning in the middle of this coming week.
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