Snow

We went to Jerusalem for the free weekend, this is back in January, all of the North Americans that is, because the leader of B'nei Akiva North America, Danny Myerfield was in town to talk to us. So, we had the normal gripe session, a few changes, nothing drastic, except he seemed to be on our side, as he had not heard about our move to Paduel. Rather boring, except for one discovery halfway through the meeting. "Hey, guys! It's snowing."

Now, as I was told, I never did check this up, Jacksonville, Florida and Jerusalem have relatively the same latitude. In my decade in Jacksonville, it's snowed twice, collectively, less than an inch. They told us that similarly, Israel gets snowed every five years, or so.

Well, there were three of us North American BA males there, and we were not about to let this opportunity pass. We were supposed to be back at the yeshiva back in Malei Gilboa that evening. But, we figured, surely if there's snow here, there's snow back there. We called up to make sure. They didn't have a single flake. (I wasn't back yet.)

So, we walked over to Ben Yehuda Street, to get a bite to eat and discuss what to do. About an inch had fallen at that point. "Well, I don't think the snow will allow a bus driver all the way to Malei Gilboa. What do you think?" ^Miraculously, the other two of us decided to agree with this appraisal. I called my aunt, and asked if I could spend another night, and I also got Ami a spot at their house for the night as well.

The third guy, John, was a Canadian. Needless to say, he was in seventh heaven with the snow. He said he'd hang out for a while, and that he had a place to stay. So, after making Ami buy a pair of gloves, we took a bus back to my cousins' house in Gilo.

Halfway there, the driver hit the brakes. Blatantly refused to go any farther. We didn't need to complain. The bus was full of Israelis to do it for us. How are we gonna get home, well at least give us our money back, etc. He was sorry, as he explained it, but he was going against the company to go as far as he did, and unless the snow melted quickly, there wasn't much he could do about it. On the bus, there was (of course) a woman on a cell phone, so I asked her to use it to call home. (Israel home, not U.S. home) She surprisingly obliged, but the phone didn't take 1234 numbers, which is roughly equivalent to 800 numbers, and the only number that I had bothered to memorize.

"What do you think we should do?"

"I don't know, what do you think?"

"Well, we can't stay here." So, we walked. We walked to the Canyon, about a mile in the snow, and called the Rosenbergs, begging, pleading to pick us up.

"We told you to get on to the bus right after it started to snow."

"Well, yes, it's a little late for that, though. Could you please pick us up?" So, reluctantly, I suppose, they did.

It was all pretty boring after that...snowball fights, snowmen, nothing that would be of much interest, but more interestingly my cousin, Dina found herself in a problem. First, here's what really happened:

Her mefakedet said that Dina had to go somewhere, and Dina decided that she would stop by home on the way there. The problem was, that due to the Heaven's dandruff, she could not get where she needed to be, and her side trip would be apparent. The Israeli army is not the most stringent in its punishment, but she was literally AWOL.

Here's what officially happened:

Dina was on her way to this military place, but she didn't have the number of the mefakedet to tell her that the snow would be an obstacle, so Dinah managed to bravely find a warm place to stay.

Ah, living in a winter wonderland...

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Michael Kadish

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