Ever since my brother and I were little kids, we knew we were Jewish. We grew up Jewish and so did both of our parents – all the way deep into their genealogical roots.
Growing up Jewish in the Soviet Union was not the easiest. We always knew a Promised Land awaited us. I always remember that feeling in my gut when as a family we were sitting in our small kitchen trying to listen to “Voice of America” about the situation there.
Once the Soviet Wall will came down, we will get there, for sure we will, we just have to wait a little….. and it does not matter that Soviet Propaganda makes the people there look like terrorists, we knew they were not. After thousands of years of wondering in a world they finally has a piece of land that they can call “HOME”, and one day we will get there and it will be our home too. The Promised land is Israel!
Back in the 70’s, our parents tried to leave the Soviet Union but it wasn’t successful. It was a very tough time for my mom and dad, but we lived through it. We got “stuck” in Socialism for another 20 years, but c’est la vie!
The first opportunity we had – we left! Unfortunately or fortunately, our fate brought us to America instead. …. and then life happened.
It was time for work, work, and more work and we no longer remembered the Promised Land. Now 20 years later (it seems to be the magic number for us) our first-born is on his way there.
There is a wonderful program for young Jewish adults who have never had a chance to visit Israel called Birthright. “Over the course of 11 years Birthright Israel has provided free trips to more than 230,000 young Jews, changing many of their lives forever”
It’s not my intention to advertise this wonderful organization. I am here to say that we (one of us) have finally reached the Promised Land. I can’t wait for his return, cant wait to hear his stories and look through his pictures (I vicariously live through my kids).
…..Next, it will be our turn! An event that was supposed to happened over 40 years ago and never did! This will be the time when we can breathe the air and touch the stones of our ancestors, the time to visit our HOME!