III. BACKGROUND STORY TO NIGGUN, KI B'SIMICHA:

Can I tell you a greatest story about a niggun {Sings:	Ki b'simcha } --
OK, this is the story. In the year 1964 I had the great privilege to be invited, actually so-to-speak, of Baron Rothschild. Not really personally, but you know, in Paris, in those days, in the60s, there were thousands of students from Morocco, from Algeria,from all over, Jewish students, and they mamash had nothing to eat. So some people together with Baron Rothschild organized akosher kitchen for students, they get one meal a day. And in order to get money for the food, once a year they had a concert,and invite someone to sing, and they sold tickets, like $100, $1000, whatever it was; and the y
raised from this concert $100,000, and the rest Baron Rothschild was giving.

	Anyway, I was flying in from New York to Paris. And you know, when you're plugged in to music -- you know, when I'm sleeping, you listen mostly to major music, right. [i.e., in sleep the music you hear is mostly in a major key].

In the middle of the night I woke up and had a tape recorder with me, and this melody ____ just	hit me.
	{R. Shlomo Hums it:	AC#BA BC# A	}
I put it on tape, and -- anyway:
	So the next day, at the concert, I says to the yidden, I want you to know, last night, flying here, , I made up a little melody, {HEBREW:	Ki b'simchas b'tze??}
	Ok, I want you to know, I had the great privilege, Baron Rothschild was sitting first row, and I said to him, you know, you're supporting the world with a lot of money, how 'bout bringing one time joy to the world, can you please come on stage and start dancing with me, then everybody will dance after you, right, after Baron Rothschild.
	I want you to know he was --	, sadly enough, I was stupid enough I didn't keep up the friendship he mamash jumped on stage, very grateful and very mamash pleased. And then we danced out on the street, it was one of the biggest halls in Paris, and you know -- Baron Rothschild -- the police were there, they stopped the whole
traffic, and I would say, about 2000 people were dancing	right on the Square, on the street. It was utterly mi? haShemayim, it was a gevalt. One of the great nights in my life.
{R. Shlomo whistles}
You know, on the record I'm singing it with different words; let me sing it for you the way I sing it sometimes:
{sings Shalom Aleichem:	unusual tune}
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IV. TEACHING TO THE JEWS OF RUSSIA:	"Go out in Peace"

Now listen to me my beautiful friends:
{Chanted and spoken. I omit repetitions of words.} Everybody's asking:	Friday night, when we greet the holy angels, we greet them and we say, please bless us. Why then do we say 'yetzem b'shalom'? Tell them, 'leave in peace'. Why do we tell them to leave. And I'm sure that -- endless -- infinite answers. Let me tell you my answer right now.

	Every Friday night, you and I, my children, your children. We think of the yidden in Russia. We think of the yidden in all the places where they cannot leave for the Holy land. So we tell the angels, please go to Russia, and please go to Siberia. Take the yidden out from where they are. And we bless you Russian brothers and sisters: {sings}: Tzhem l'shalom, please leave where you are with great peace, and come to Yerushelaim. {You know, beautiful friends, there's only ONE who can do that great miracle.
{resumes singing Shalom Aleichem}
	And you know, my beautiful brothers and sisters in Russia, maybe you think that you need us; yes, maybe you do a little bit. But gevalt, do we need you. Gevalt do we need you. You are the teachers of our generation.You are the real Rebbes. We have very big rebbes, great rebbes, they're teaching us words, but the inside -- the inside of the inside -- the fire of all fires --
	You know, my dearest brothers in Russia, and sisters in Russia: holy has words. You know, when Aaron the High Priest walked into	the holy of holiest, he didn't utter one word. Because the holy of holiest -- has no words. Maybe he(?) doesn't even know the words. You're the holy of holiest of our generation. Maybe you can't even read Hebrew, maybe he don't know the alef-, but gevalt are you holy, you're the holy of holiest.

{R. Shlomo often told the story, on one of his first vists to Russia, when it
was still rather dangerous for Russian Jews to meet with him, of meeting a young Jewish woman, who didn't know Hebrew, nor even the alphabet, but eve ry Friday night, would light candles and would say 'Shema Yisrael ... Aleph Bet Gimel..."	There are also hassidic stories like that, of a shepherd, but one
never thought to hear of them truly happening, and with such gentle heroism.}
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	I want to tell you something, my dearest brothers and sisters:	for 2000 years, we were giving our life to remain Jews. But there was never a generation who gave their lives just to go to the holy land. You are the ones, before Meshiach is coming, you are giving your lives, your souls, to have the privilege of going to the Holy Land.	And I'm sure we have the holy land only because of you. So we bless you one more time, please come to Yerushelayim fast.

{Resumes singing}
	You know, my beautiful friends here in Toronto, and my beautiful brothers and sisters in Russia wherever you are, and in all the countries where it' s so hard to be full of joy:	I want you to know our father Abrom, Abraham, taught us how to love G-d. Yitzhak taught us how to stand in awe of G-d.
 He taught us everything counts, every minute, every second. Yakov taught us how beautiful it is to be a Jew.
	But David, Melech Yisrael, hai v'kayom; King David taught us never to give up, how always to be b'simcha, full of joy, because G-d's help will reach you wherever you in the next second. {Thank you a million times.
