Nobel Peace Prize 2012

It goes up and own. Right and left. But it never, never disappears. It is too radicated in the European souls, too engraved in European minds. And so, when it comes to the Nobel Peace Prize, the deep trace of antisemitism is still there. Mr.Nobel was very specific about how and whom to assign the Peace prize. ‘The said interest shall be divided into five equal parts, which shall be apportioned as follows one part to the person who shall have done the most or the best work for fraternity between nations, the abolition or reduction of standing armies and for the holding and promotion of peace congresses (http://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/peace/)’.
This year this prize went to European Union. Yes, the same place where a few months ago a father and his two children were killed in front of a school. Only because they were Jews. Yes, the same place where people have the right to shout, scream, violate others’ freedom rights, only because there are some Israeli guys who sing. Or an Israeli movie on the screen. Or an Israeli theatre company on the stage. Or an Israeli professor giving a lecture.  Yes, the same place where in 1940 people had to walk towards death wearing a yellow star and crying shema’ Israel. Yes, the same place where the blood of innocent 6 millions of Jews is still there.
But for every phenomena there is an explanation. The Nobel Peace Prize is awarded by a committee of five persons who are chosen by the Norwegian Storting (Parliament of Norway), Oslo, Norway (http://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/peace/)’. According to the European definition several Norwegian cabinet members are anti-Semites ( Dr.Manfred Gesternfeld, Behind the Humanitarian Mask-http://www.jpost.com/JewishWorld/JewishNews/Article.aspx?id=280323). Consider former Prime Minister Kare Willock’s reaction to President Obama’s selection of Rahm Emanuel as his first chief of staff: “It does not look too promising, he has chosen a chief of staff who is Jewish. (March 29, 2011’Norway to Jews: You’re Not Welcome Here’ by Alan Dershovitz, law professor at Harvard).  And please do not forget that the Nobel Peace Prize 2001 was assigned to United Nations ( a place where people who declare their inner will to destroy a whole country are free to speak and spread hate) and its Secretary General, Kofi Annan. So when the Nobel Peace Prize 2012 is awarded to European Union (EU) “for over six decades contribution to the advancement of peace and reconciliation, democracy and human rights in Europe”,  a legitimate and very scaring question arises: Is Antisemitism considered an advancement of peace and reconciliation, of democracy and human rights?

Gheula Canarutto Nemni

When a Rebbe changed a world

It was not easy to stand for 10-12 hours, smiling at and blessing the person who was standing in front, as it was the first and only one. While there, just behind that man or woman, the was a queue that arrived four blocks further.

Being a leader means giving a special value to each person.

It was not simple to receive hundred and hundred of letters every day and answer to each one as it was written by your best friend.

Being a leader means being able to listen.

It wasn’t usual to send just married couples at the other limit of the world with the only goal to awaken and renew judaism between people who forgot who they are.

Being a leader means to be able to convince people they can really change the world.

Not everybody accepted the idea of putting tfilin around an arm able to bring non kosher food to its mouth and switch a light during shabat. An arm so important as the person to whom it belonged only because it was jew.

Being a leader means to love everybody and not judging anybody.

It was not a common scene to see prime ministers, presidents, generals and scientist all coming to take an advice from the same person. Who usually was not even graduated in the topic he was giving precious advices about.

Being a leader means to be searched for your wisdom and ability to solve impossible problems.

Not everybody is able to pray for the sake and healing of people never seen before. With the same concentration and devotion as a father does for his son.

Being a leader means to care for every single member of the group. More than for you.

Not everybody had the courage to speak and shout about the right of Israel to keep all its lands for itself. And the absolute danger there is in giving a piece of land in change of something our enemies really don’t want. Though international pressure and political wars, Israel had to stand for its right to exist without compromises and mean ways.

Being a leader means to do something that most of the people are scared to do.

No one was speaking of mashiach, of better times, of prophecies becoming true of bottons to shine as the last step for the redemption.

Being a leader means to have a vision and being able to share it with the whole world.

Leaders are there because there is work to do.

There are people who need, problems to solve.

Challenges to undertake, dreams to be shared.

Leaders know when it’s time to light on a candle instead of staying there criticizing the dark that is everywhere.

A leader is there 24/24, 7/7 to serve his people.

These are only a few features of a person who dedicated every minute of his life to make this world a dwell for G-d and a better place for life.

Rebbe, may we deserve to see you again with our flesh eyes.

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may your soul be bound up in the bond of eternal life

We are here again. For the 14th time. Since that Nissan 3rd during which it was decided from Above, your life was at its end. How could I imagine the kiss I received from you was forever the last one? How could I know I would not feel your strong arms around me before leaving my home? How could I foresee that one day I would have found myself  thinking of you as a light ray, a soul staying under the Heavenly throne, a person who comes to visit his dears only during night and dreams? For every tear I am sheding for you today, I have a special memory to think inside me. As those hot days spent in the Jewish Cemetery of Venice, washing and cleaning tombal stones of Jews dead five hundred years ago. Because you were scared that, one day, nothing will last of those precious engraved words. Discovering the symbols of ancient Jewish Italian families, as the two hands for the kohanim, the lion for the famous Leon da Modena, the eagle for the nobles. Or those endless journeys to Stasbourg to buy  kosher food and meat when you decided it was worthy to travel one and a half hour more in order to go and see the beth hamidrash of Rashi, where he used to study and bring down to this earth heavenly words and explanations. And that Menorah Lego shape. Which you proudly showed me after having worked on it for nigths and days. It should have been the realizzation of your dreams. The Menorah was a miniature plant of the Italian Jewish Museum you were dreaming to build. But in Heaven there was a different plan. And it was decided you were desired there, directly under the Celestial Throne. During this day in which it seems to me I can still hear your voice and not  the kadish said in your memory, I wish you look from above and you smile. Because you are proud of your children. Whom, in every moment of their life, try to go on with your interrupted job spreading and showing the only thing will last after we are not here anymore, is our good deeds and beliefs. Your love for Judaism, for its roots, for its ancient messages perfectly fitting future generations, is always with us. As you are. My dad, my dear papi. May your soul be bound up in the bond of eternal life (as you taught me to say for those who were not with us anymore)

Gheula, Aviva, Ronnie, Gady and Naty

 

Killing values and children

It’s morning. It’s night. It’s time to start a new day. It’s time to end all of them. It’s life. It’s death. It’s values. It’s culture of killing. It’s fathers. It’s children. It’s Toulouse. It’s France. It’s 2012. And still people die because of their religion, because of being value oriented, because being Abraham children. Because following G-d and His laws. Beacuse believing in the right of everybody to live free in the world without being scared to go to a Jewish school. Values and children are dying in our world. Civil values and Jewish children. And if those who are scared to openly condemn these murederers calling, if those who don’t dare to give terrorists their true name and are afraid to put a stop to their crazy race against life, if they think that their being non-Jews, their not belonging to the eternally persecuted nation, will be an emergency exit for them. This time they are wrong. Because the fight of this anti values world starts from Jews. But will not stop there. All unfaithful people will be condemned. Unless the world understands that going against Jews is killing the civil values at the base of all democracies.

How much do you depend from external world?

In year 2012 there is still somebody who disconnects himself from the web. In order to be able to remind himself there is another life dimension. In which it is possible to live without wires, net, and electromagnetic waves. In  year 2012 there are still people who, deliberately, take out the breath from their cellphones. Though that important call should arrive a few seconds after they oushed off. In year 2012 there are those who assign to a timer the task of switching off their dining room lights. And the most interesting article of the week, will not have any chnace to be read. When the timer declares it’s time to go to bed. In year  2012, believe it or not,  there are houses where food must be enough for supper and the next lunch. In which fires will not be used for 25 hours. And rice, lasagna, meat and fish will be kept at the rigt temperature on a food warmer. Making you think they  forgot to tell you time machine was invented. And it works well, indeed. In year 2012 there are some people who, deliberately, look at their children’s eyes. Listening to them, concentrating on thoer words. Being able to attach to Maslow’s pyramid of primary  needs and values the label ‘family’In year 2012 there are people who, without having being fired, stop to work. They don’t look for new customers, they stopo being obsessed by statystics and sales. And they are able to see G-d’s hand as the starting point of everything they own. In year 2012 there is Joseph Cedar a film maker whose movie was nominated to Oscars, who walks for 2 miles to get to Salomon Goldwin Theatre. Because during that day nature cannot be modified. Though you could win the most desired prize in the world. In year 2012 there is an American senator,Joe Lieberman, who ran for the presidentials a few years ago, who writes 230 pages on that wonderful invention called shabat.  The gift of rest. A story about his true self. That is able to come out again every seventh day. A magic island in the routine life, that helped him getting new energies in serving his country. In year 2012 there is Beppe Severgnini, an Italian journalist, who sees in seven days of disconnection from the wb, the biggest challenge ever happend on earth. A journalist who three different television channels are fighting to have. In order for him to tell his unbelievable adventure. based on a brave week lived without internet (but with cellphone, fax and television). Internet addiction test.  From tomorrow offline for a whole week. He declares in 140 characters on Twitter. Maybe ignoring that in year  2012 there is a whole nation who challenges technology and itself once a week. To try and outride the world addiction test. A bunch of people who disconnects for twentyfive hours of shabat, the Jewish holy day, declaring weekly the right of living without any incursion from the external world.

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Dear H, our hearts are there with you…

Dear H.,
I am sitting here and thinking of you. I was planning to do something else, to use my time for the endless things I have to do before my children come home from school. But, as happened already in most of the times I tried to do things during the last days, my thoughts went to you.
To your changed life. To your morning, when you open your eyes on a new day and just pray in your heart “Please G-d tell me all this was only a nightmare”. Waking up, washing your face, looking in the mirror at your image and remembering those relaxed days in which you still had the will of being busy with green and grey, red and pink, the colors with which you should make up that day. Going to wake up your kids for school, asking G-d to give you enough strenght to smile as nothing changed. Receiving a tired hug from your sweet girls and trying to swallow those precious moments. That maybe, before all this happened, were as normal routine. And not as you can see them now. Small miracles. Dear H, what you are passing through is not only for you. it’s for everybody of us. it’s a lesson. Of life. Of apreciation. And love. It’s an opportunity for us, your friends, to close our eyes in front of all the mess our children are doing, To be less nervous if a file gets lost in our computer. Or the fridge breaks. Or the new oven, bought only a few months ago, decides it does not want to work anymore. These things have no power on us, are not able to change our mood. There are in life things that are much more important. and worthy to worry. And be happy for. May H’ listen to all our prayers, all the whispers of our lips while we pronounce the name of your baby uncountable times a day. May your life get back immediately as it was before the bad news of that day. May your biggest worry be about the skirt you will wear on the coming day. May we dance in your baby’s wedding remembering and laughing on those worrying days. We love you H. We are there with you, with all our hearts, souls, minds and prayers.

A dream shared by Pharaoh and many others

My name is Anna. I am twelve years old. I have brown eyes and hair. My youth has just started. But my life is going to end. My name is Rebecca. I am five years old. I have blue eyes and blond hair. I will never have a 6 years birthday party. My name is Isaac.  I don’t know exactly how old I am. Maybe one. Maybe two. The only thing I am sure about is that I have been separated by mother. And that I will never see her again. My name is Ruben. I would have been born in two months. My soul will never arrive in this world. Somebody decided we don’t deserve life. We are guilty of an unbearable fault. Language spoken by our parents is too differnt than the one spoken by native people of our place. Our Way of dressing does not always follow fashion style. Our names, when called in class by our teachers, echo as stanger sounds between school walls. Our identity is too deep. You cannot avoid noticing it. Our proudness as nation is too powerful for being silent. Those who denied us our future had one and unique plan in their minds. A dream transmitted by Pharaoh until 1938. A dream consisting in the total disappearance of the people to whom we belong. A dream based on the denial of our present in order to avoid your future. A dream that, thanks to G-d was never realized. You, who are there today, reading relaxed in a synagogue or among the warm walls of your home, you can choose. If to cry, remember and feel pity and sorrow for us. Or bring us to life again. When a girl named Anne will turn twelve and will decide to respect all mizvoth of G-d. When a girl named Rebecca will light a candle on Friday night. When a boy named Isaac will pronounce ‘torah’ between is his first words. When a boy named Ruben will come to this world and will have his circumcision on the eighth day of his life. Then the dream of our enemies will not have a chance to get realized anymore.  And you will be able to give us back our stolen life.

now it’s your turn…

Aleph Tevet 5772

Dear Sarah,

in a few days you will be under the chupa. Standing beside the man you have chosen to share your future with. From that moment your life will not be the same anymore. You will not be able to wake up late at morning knowing that no responsibility is on you. You will be a wife. And, with G-d’s help, a mother. Your children will smile if you smile to them. Your husband will come back home happy if you will show him you are happy to see him back home.  Your kitchen will be kosher if you  keep G-d’s laws about food. Spirituality will dwell in your home if you welcome it to stay. Love for Torah, for G-d and for His way will find a place in your family’s heart, if you are able to transmit them your message.

Maybe it’s not only by chance that your wedding will happen to be just after the days of Chanuka, during a cold winter night of Tevet.

Chanuka is a festival during which we celebrate the victory of a few Jews on a great number of people who wanted them simply to assimilate. To live their attachment to G-d through compromises. A festival to remember the victory of a reborn Jewish identity. A festival which symbol is not a weapon nor a sword. But a small pure oil jar, found after hours of hard research. Jews didn’t want to light the Menorah with a non pure oil. Even if they could do it, even if it was admitted for that exceptional matter. They didn’t want to celebrate a victory through a compromise. They wanted to live their identity with a pure and total serving heart. Jews tried the hard way and G-d rewarded them. Eight days of growing light, for thousands years to come.

Time has come to close this short but intense period of our life. From now ahead there will be, with G-d’s help, your husband beside you.

Take with you the secret of endurance during time of the small flame of Chanuka. The oil that gave life to it was made of pure Torah. There was not a trace of a compromise. This is the way Jews could survive during thousands years of exile.

Though sometimes it can seem very hard to go on and live with strong principles, never give up. Don’t let any trace of compromise on Torah and G-d, enter in your life.

And if that small flame is here today, able to share with us the story of our nation through the winters of exile, there is no doubt anyone can do it.

Go now, it’s your turn. To light the new flame that will burn for many years, b’h, ahead.

Mazal tov my little baby, I will never forget. This wonderful period that G-d gave us as a present to share. I love you with all my heart.

Yours forever,

Mami

Will she keep that broken chair?

Please madam, on the next time don’t bring the children, says the dressmaker after her chair was half broken, her sofa tasted jumping feet for the first time and her mirror survived to the worst attack it had ever had in its life. No, I promise, I will not bring them anymore. I say to her while looking for the coat of the little one. ‘Mum, coat, coat’ he tells me. I look at him. He’s wearing his coat since one hour. He never removed it. Maybe he knew already this place wouldn’t be the most children-friendly in the world. It’s not because I don’t like children, madam, she goes on telling me while opening the door as a person who lets out from her house the worst creatures in the world.It’s simply that it is impossible to do something with these…always moving creatures around. One screams, the other yells, the third one jumps everywhere. Yes, you are totally right, I tell her and I give the hand to my three little devils. It is indeed really hard to do something with them around, I go on repeating while giving every child his/her opportunity to call the elevator and catching the little one while trying to go down by the stairs maybe knowing how he will be squeezed inside the elevator with all his brothers and sisters.. You are not offended, aren’t you? she tells me while looking at me with rigid eyes. If they could just sit down and stay calm, she adds, it could have have been much easier…and I know what she means. Beacuse trying to understand if the dress you are sewing fits you or not while three children create energy from nothing in a room that is big as the smallest toilet of your house, is really a challenge. They cannot sit for so long, I tell her while closing the elevator doors. I imagine she is reliefed. Or maybe she is not. Becuase there, in her tiny apartment, she had never had a baby hand spreading chocolate on a white chair. Or baby lips kissing her goodnight after a long day. And now that is is 75, she has all the time in the world to set up the house again. After the storm. Or maybe she will just sit down on the sofa and think where to keep. The broken chair. That will remind until her last day on this earth the big loss that she had. She had a carreer, she was very good in her job. And for the cause of her profession she didn’t want to have children. She is right. And I am so sorry for her. No one is more noisy than children at this age. But this noise, I can see in her eyes, is the leg of the chair she is missing so much. Unfortunately for her, it is too late…

No reminders for 25 hours…

G-d, I just wanted to thank You. For giving us the opportunity to detach the wire from our daily runs. For offering us a weekly chance to breath deeply without feeling guilty. For having us cooking for something that goes beyond our hunger. For closing our ears to the daily news for 25 hours. For letting us sleeping during the night without the nightmare of forgetting to set the morning alarm. For giving us time for smiles and laughs with our kids without looking at our dictator-watch. For offering us a weekly fine tuning on the real values of life. For having chance to meet our friends without being called 200 times per hour by our children on the cellphone. For letting us close the file with the guest list of the wedding without feeling the heart rythm increasing dramaticaly. For giving us the opportunity to go around without reminders ringing during the way. For forcing us to switch off our cellphones, our computers, our wifi’s, our ipads, ipods and iphones, fearless to loose the most important phone call of the day, the coolest news of the week, the top song of the month, the most important Facebook history. G-d, I just wanted to thank You. Because when I cannot use anything, when the only creative activity I can do is to sit down and listen to my kids, I realize that it is only thanks to You, that I finally get to dedicate them some calm time after 144 hours of crazy run. And now that it’s over since 5 hours and I had already time to fight with the elecrticity company, update the wedding guest list, choose the right wines for that special night, write 157 new reminders for the next 144 hours of the week, feeling the accelerated heartbeats for the fear of having forgotten an important detail for the wedding night, I am already making the countdown for the hours that separate me from the next shabat….