Burnin' for you.

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:

“Freeeeeeeeedooooom….”