Thoughts on Parashat Vayishlach 5786
Let’s set the scene: Yaakov is sitting in a café in Nowy Świat in Warsaw, or perhaps in the Kazimierz district of Kraków. A friend comes over. “Hey Yaakov, jak leci? How’s life?” Yaakov smiles: “Life? It’s wonderful. Good job, kids in excellent schools, Shabbat dinners with friends, holidays in the mountains or by the Baltic… The only thing is, when everything feels this calm and normal, I keep waiting for the antisemitism to flare up again.”[…]



