My nostrils are burning because bread is burning outside. Everywhere.
Last year when we burned chametz on Erev Pesach, I remember there was a group of people standing around and these old Nachlaot men were orchestrating and smoke was going into this woman’s house and she was screaming at them and it was a balagan.
Anyways, we’re going out to do it in our Katamonim neighborhood now. It will probably still be a balagan, one way or another.
Remember this? I am fortunate enough to get a sequel ths year, and this time, my brother and fiance will be there too.
Israel, Pesach, 5766, Matza, Family, Next year in Jerusalem, Home, Conflict, Resolution.
And lastly, a word courtesy of William Wallace: