a pesach seder in a room filled with people from all over the world singing the words to ‘oseh shalom’ in the same tune, in the same language.
80 voices asking ‘ma nishtana’ in hebrew.
i’m sitting with one arm wrapped around the shoulders of a russian girl, and one arm wrapped around the shoulders of a south african girl.
and all three of us know the words. all three of us are joyous. all three of us are israeli.