the redemption train - excerpt from my book by Shalom Pollock We are all familiar with the "waiting for the bus/train look. We tend to avoid eye contact and are aware of our precious personal space. Impatience,withdrawal into ourselves. Not the most conducive atmosphere for socializing. right? Once on the train/bus, we observe the same rules and exhibit the same behavior, but even more so. This is true I imagine the world over. As I was waiting for the tram in downtown Jerusalem the other day, a thought occurred to me. How can waiting for the tram here be just like anywhere else? I mean, this is Jerusalem, the city we dreamed of for thousands of years. We are back, waiting for the tram, going about our business along with Jews from all over the worldJews, in Hebrew. The people waiting are all (well mostly) characters in a prophetic story. Does this huge thought enter the minds of people waiting for the tram? These thoughts brought a smile to my face and a need to share.
I looked around and saw an Ethiopian woman. Our eyes met and instead of beating a hasty retreat from my gaze, she muttered something about the train being a couple of minutes late. I blurted out for all to hear,"Baruch Hashem"! She and now others nearby looked at me trying to figure out what just happened. I said, "we waited for two thousand years to return to Eretz Yisroel and Jerusalem. What is another two minutes? Your parents walked from Ethiopia for weeks to board a plane at a secret airfield to get here right? No Nefesh b'nefesh flights for them. And now you are here, waiting for a train in Jerusalem! I told her that I am here from the other end of the world. When did I ever give any thought to Jews outside of Brooklyn? And now we are both part of a biblical prophecy , the gathering of the exiles." As I made my speech, I caught the eye of one incredulous onlooker, a young man, clearly also not from Brooklyn . "And you my brother, from where did you come to our beloved land? put on the spot by the strange "American" he had to respond. Morocco, third generation. Perfect. The exotic puzzle is coming together. Spontaneously, I put my shoulders around both of them and said."Am Yisroel is alive on a tram in Jerusalem'! I looked around for more pieces to help complete the puzzle. My potential "pieces" now had a reason to avoid my gaze though they were all smiling; a novelty for strap hangers as far as I remember. As the train approached I noticed others moving quickly towards the doors barely hiding their smiles, perhaps not eager to be part of the grand reunion. Yet, for a brief interlude, we were not just a bunch of commuters. We were on the most amazing ride in the world. Shalom Pollack is a writer, tour guide and filmmaker in Jerusalem He is writing a book, "Despite ourselves, wr were wimess" shalompollack613@gmail.com |