



After my bags were adequately stored, I spent the night saying goodbye to people who I would not see for a while, then at 1:00am I boarded a bus to Ben Gurion Airport.
Exhausted, I remember sitting down in my chair on the airplane, and waking up many hours later in Prague. From Prague we took a puddle-jumper to Krakow, where we began our journey.
Despite the gloom and grayness of Schindler's list, I found Poland to be remarkably beautiful. I found it hard to believe that such a short time ago this place was the sight of immense horror. On our first day of the trip we toured around the Jewish quarter of Krakow, visiting synagogues and other cultural centers while learning about the strength of the Polish Jewish community. Many of the shops and restaurants have a Jewish theme or seem to be directed to a Jewish clientele, but we were informed that the Jewish community in Krakow is very small today and these shops are operated solely for Jewish tourists such as ourselves.
The next day we woke up very early and embarked for Auschwitz-Birkenau. I had heard a lot about seeing this place from a tourist's perspective, so I purposely dimmed my expectations of the day. Many come to Auschwitz-Birkenau expecting to see the holocaust, instead what you see is a nicely put together museum. I had chills through most of the tour, brought on by more than the frigid weather. We read passages from first-hand accounts of life at Birkenau and we saw pictures of the horrific affair and tried to connect to the unimaginable trauma of life in this place during World War II. Being able to sing the Israeli National Anthem - Hatikva (the Hope) in this ghastly place, and know that I would be going home to Israel in just a few short days was a truly unbelievable feeling. I know that my day in Auschwitz-Birkenau impacted me in a way that I cannot even describe, but I strongly recommend that you take some time in your life to visit this infamous place.
We spent that evening in the central square of Krakow, which was absolutely beautiful, and then we boarded a night train to Bratislava.
Having known almost nothing about the city of Bratislava, let alone the country of Slovakia, before I was informed that I would be going there, I was greatly surprised by how magnificent this city was. On Thursday we toured the old city of Bratislava and wandered the streets looking at the beautiful buildings and breathtaking views. That night we went to the Jewish Community Center where we met with Jewish students who were born in Bratislava and are currently studying there. We learned a lot about the sad state of the Slovakian Jewish community, and the trouble of growing up Jewish in Bratislava. That night we were treated to a boat tour of the city down the Danube river.
The next day we visited the grave of the Chasam Sofer who was a Slovakian Rabbi in the late 17 and early 1800s. He was a teacher to thousands and a strong opponent to Reform Judaism which was starting to grow at this time. Interestingly, he also held the belief that a modern Jewish state was not a good idea. We also visited the town of Dunajska Streda where we saw a Synagogue that is barely in use today, and we learned about the small Jewish community in this place. My Israeli trip leader also took us to the grave of the grandmother of his grandmother. The depth of Jewish tradition in these small European towns was immense, and it is incredible how little exists today as a result of the holocaust.
We spent Friday night with the tiny Jewish community, and we had a relaxing Saturday which included a walk through the city. We went out on Saturday night in Bratislava as a final goodbye to this place in which we had never dreamt that we would ever have had such a meaningful experience.
Sunday morning we woke up early and boarded a bus to Prague. On the way we stopped at a cave tour which concluded with a boat passage through the depths of the earth. It was a beautiful snowy day (which, coming from Israel, is actually a big deal) and regrettably my camera with all my photos from the trip, was lost forever (no worries, the internet is a wonderful tool).
When we arrived in Prague we went on a tour of the old city. I can say without a doubt that Prague was the most beautiful city that I have ever been in. You look in one direction and think it's a beautiful, and then you turn 180º and the view is just as beautiful. The castles, bridges, cathedrals, and statues are just breathtaking. The next day we saw the Jewish quarter, with several of the most amazing synagogues I have ever been in, and a Jewish cemetery with graves from the 1600s. We learned a lot about the Jewish community of Prague, and the lingering anti-Semitism which exists today.
From there we boarded a plane, and headed straight back to Eretz Yisrael (the Land of Israel). The trip was truly unforgettable, and really helped me understand better the sometimes wonderful, sometimes horrible, historical context of European Jews and their relation to the modern state of Israel.
I hope this retroactive update was sufficient, I'll continue this series until I'm caught up, but that might not occur until after the winter break which concludes at the beginning of January.
Happy Channukah!
Love,
Zach