Thoughts on Parashat Vayera
I had a dream two days ago. I was in my old neighborhood, in Przemyśl, Poland, with two other men approximately my age. We had machine guns and wore bullet proof vests. We were chased by a group of militants who wanted to kill us. At some point the three of us split and entered different apartments in the same building, the building I used to live in, each one of us on a different side of it. I entered my old apartment, where I used to live with my parents. The apartment was[…]