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Home<\/a> > Religious life<\/a> > Holidays<\/a><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section][et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ _builder_version=”4.9.1″ _module_preset=”default”][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.9.2″ _module_preset=”default” max_width=”80%”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”4.9.0″ _module_preset=”default”][et_pb_image src=”https:\/\/museum.jewishtimisoara.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/Familia-Neumann.jpg” title_text=”Familia Neumann” align=”center” _builder_version=”4.9.2″ _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″ sticky_enabled=”0″][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.9.2″ _module_preset=”default” text_font_size=”16px” hover_enabled=”0″ sticky_enabled=”0″]<\/p>\n Dup\u0103 pe\u0219tele \u00een aspic urma aranyleves<\/i> (supa de aur), cu carne de pui sau vit\u0103, morcovi si \u021belin\u0103, apoi friptura de pui cu cartofi, legume si salat\u0103. Cu c\u00e2teva zile \u00een urm\u0103 \u00eenv\u00e2rtisem deasupra capului g\u0103ina care se zb\u0103tea, repet\u00e2nd dup\u0103 tata rug\u0103ciunea \u00een ebraic\u0103. G\u0103ina isp\u0103\u0219ea \u00een locul meu, era kapures<\/i>, jertfit\u0103 pentru ca mie s\u0103-mi mearg\u0103 bine. Mai bine ea dec\u00e2t eu, m\u0103 lini\u0219team, adopt\u00e2nd obiceiul arhaic care m\u0103 umplea de team\u0103, dar \u0219i de vraja s\u0103rb\u0103torii de Iom Kipur.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Pe la ora \u0219ase seara, dup\u0103 cina copioas\u0103, porneam to\u021bi trei la sinagog\u0103 \u00eentr-o t\u0103cere neobi\u0219nuit\u0103 pentru noi: tata, febril, cufundat in g\u00e2nduri, \u00ee\u0219i concentra for\u021bele pentru cele 24 de ore de post \u0219i rug\u0103ciune; mama, micu\u021b\u0103 de statur\u0103, dar rebezzen<\/i> din cap p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een v\u00e2rful degetelor, p\u0103\u0219ea cu demnitate, pe tocuri \u00eenalte, \u00een taior elegant cu o batistu\u021b\u0103 asortat\u0103 \u0219i cu p\u0103l\u0103rioar\u0103 cu voal pe p\u0103rul proasp\u0103t aranjat la coafor; iar eu \u00eemi promiteam solemn \u00een sinea mea c\u0103 voi \u021bine postul p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00cen Sinagoga din Fabric \u00een anii ’60 \u2013’70, fiecare \u00ee\u0219i ocupa locul rezervat \u0219i cump\u0103rat pentru aceast\u0103 ocazie unic\u0103, c\u0103ci \u00een tot restul anului b\u0103ncile erau mai mult goale. Mama era la balcon pe partea dreapt\u0103, a\u0219a c\u0103 putea schimba priviri cu tata care \u0219edea jos, pe jil\u021bul lui de rabin, \u00een tog\u0103 \u0219i cu coif cu pompon din satin alb str\u0103lucitor la st\u00e2nga de Aron Kode\u0219, dulapul cu sulurile de Tora. Lumea r\u00e2dea, se \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219a \u0219i se s\u0103ruta p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eencepea Kol Nidrei, una din pu\u021binele rug\u0103ciuni c\u00e2nd toat\u0103 congrega\u021bia era \u00een picioare \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i re\u021binea suflul. R\u0103sun\u0103 \u00een mine, de parc\u0103 ar fi azi, vocile cantorilor – Katz, o voce de tenor de oper\u0103, Feller Otto, suav, cu inflexiuni duioase, vocile calde ale lui Klein Geza \u0219i Fischer Hugo. Nimeni nu se putea sustrage acestei rugi p\u0103tima\u0219e care \u00eencepe pianissimo, domol, se amplific\u0103 treptat, se l\u0103rge\u0219te, se \u00eenal\u021b\u0103, cuprinde toat\u0103 f\u0103ptura. Nu sensul cuvintelor, ci melodia dramatic\u0103 purtat\u0103 de voce si org\u0103 angreneaz\u0103 individul \u0219i comunitatea \u00eentr-o emo\u021bie colectiv\u0103. Fiecare \u00een parte \u0219i cu to\u021bii \u00eempreun\u0103 tr\u0103iam acest moment ca un moment de cump\u0103n\u0103, crucial, determinant pentru via\u021ba, pentru soarta noastr\u0103. An de an, p\u00e2n\u0103 ast\u0103zi, simt la fel.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Postul nu era un subiect de discu\u021bie, posteam, r\u0103bdam de foame \u0219i de sete, f\u0103r\u0103 comentarii. Dar de fiecare Iom Kipur, c\u00e2nd intram \u00een cas\u0103 seara, dup\u0103 templu, \u0219i pe mas\u0103 sclipea platoul de argint \u00eenc\u0103rcat cu fructe si ne ademenea kuglof <\/i>(pr\u0103jitura turn cu o gaur\u0103 \u00een mjloc, umplut\u0103 din bel\u0219ug cu mac sau ciocolat\u0103 \u0219i stafide), mama exclama f\u0103r\u0103 gre\u0219, cu toate c\u0103 de-abia \u00eencepuse postul: \u201eAcum mi-e cel mai tare foame\u00a0!\u201d Pe atunci r\u00e2deam, iar mult mai t\u00e2rziu mi-am dat seama ca era modul ei ingenios de a elimina posibilitatea de agravare. Mai tare foame dec\u00e2t cel mai tare, nu merge\u00a0! <\/span><\/p>\n A doua zi trecea cu p\u0103l\u0103vr\u0103geli la femei, la b\u0103rba\u021bi, cu dezbateri pe toate temele, cu promisiuni \u0219i planuri de tot felul, apoi \u0219tirile circulau \u00een zigzag prin sinagog\u0103, \u00eenainte de a-\u0219i lua zborul prin ora\u0219. Noi, copiii, dup\u0103 ce ne-am \u00eendeplinit obliga\u021bia de a ne l\u0103sa pupa\u021bi \u0219i de a r\u0103spunde mai mult sau mai pu\u021bin politicos la \u00eentreb\u0103ri, alergam de la unul la cel\u0103lalt, apoi ne zbenguiam \u00een parcul din fa\u021b\u0103. Nu-mi aduc aminte dec\u00e2t de zile \u00eensorite de toamn\u0103 aurie. St\u0103team l\u00e2ng\u0103 mama care r\u0103sfoia in c\u0103rticica ei de rug\u0103ciuni primit\u0103 cadou de nunt\u0103 de la Eszti n\u00e9ni, so\u021bia lui Matyi b\u00e1csi, b\u0103tr\u00e2nul rabin Drechsler. \u00cen fiecare an de Iom Kipur o str\u00e2ng la piept. Unele pagini sunt m\u00e2zg\u0103lite cu creionul – opera mea, desigur. La sf\u00e2r\u0219it e rug\u0103ciunea de Izkor, \u00een amintirea celor care s-au stins din via\u021b\u0103. C\u00e2nd venea momentul, trebuia s\u0103 ies din sinagog\u0103 ca to\u021bi cei care nu pierduser\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 rude de primul grad. Ie\u0219eam pe v\u00e2rful picioarelor, cu sufletul \u00eenfiorat, ascult\u00e2nd cantorul care citea numele celor deceda\u021bi \u00een anul care trecuse, privind pe furi\u0219 \u00eenapoi spre \u0219irurile de oameni cu capul plecat. \u0218tiam ce jale o cuprinde pe mama\u00a0– p\u0103rin\u021bii, doi fra\u021bi \u0219i alte rude pieriser\u0103 la Auschwitz. Mai t\u00e2rziu era \u0219i tata \u00eendoliat, bunicii, pleca\u021bi c\u00e2nd eu aveam doi ani, sunt \u00eenmorm\u00e2nta\u021bi \u00een Israel. Am crescut f\u0103r\u0103 bunici.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Spre deosebire de alte s\u0103rb\u0103tori, predica lui tata era un fel de medita\u021bie, o cugetare, o urare, f\u0103r\u0103 anecdote biblice, f\u0103r\u0103 istorioare morale. O rug\u0103 fierbinte care cuprindea tot \u0219i care permitea fiec\u0103ruia s\u0103 o completeze dup\u0103 aspira\u021biile personale. Dup\u0103-amiaza se c\u00e2nta-recita Uvinu Malkeinu<\/i>, un poem zguduitor care culmineaz\u0103 cu dorin\u021ba etern-uman\u0103 exprimat\u0103 \u00een versul P\u0103rintele, regele nostru, \u00censcrie-ne \u00een cartea vie\u021bii<\/i>. Nu am auzit niciodat\u0103 \u0219i nic\u0103ieri un Uvinu Malkeinu<\/i> recitat cu mai mult\u0103 ardoare dec\u00e2t de tata. Toat\u0103 fiin\u021ba lui se transforma \u00een pledoarie, \u00een implorare, \u00een rug\u0103ciune. Ascult\u00e2ndu-l, nu puteai s\u0103 nu crezi \u00een puterea voin\u021bei de a face s\u0103 se \u00eemplineasc\u0103 ceea ce-\u0219i propune. <\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sunetul \u0219ofarului, cornul de berbec r\u0103sucit, era a\u0219teptat cu \u00eenfrigurare \u0219i salutat cu un Shkoyeh<\/i> (adic\u0103 Bravo!<\/i>), cu oftaturi de u\u0219urare \u0219i cu o buc\u0103\u021bic\u0103 de ciocolat\u0103 sau m\u0103r cu cui\u0219oare, pe care-l adulmecasem \u00een timpul postului, ca s\u0103 prindem puteri pentru drumul spre cas\u0103. Noi trei mergeam \u00eenceti\u0219or, cam obosi\u021bi, cam fl\u0103m\u00e2nzi, plini de o mul\u021bumire ad\u00e2nc\u0103, cu g\u00e2ndul la masa pus\u0103, la kuglof<\/i> \u0219i la cacao fierbinte cu fri\u0219c\u0103.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" [et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ fullwidth=”on” _builder_version=”4.9.1″ _module_preset=”default”][et_pb_fullwidth_header title=”@ET-DC@eyJkeW5hbWljIjp0cnVlLCJjb250ZW50IjoicG9zdF90aXRsZSIsInNldHRpbmdzIjp7ImJlZm9yZSI6IiIsImFmdGVyIjoiIn19@” text_orientation=”center” header_scroll_down=”on” scroll_down_icon_size=”40px” _builder_version=”4.9.2″ _dynamic_attributes=”title” _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″ subhead=”De Getta Neumann” sticky_enabled=”0″][\/et_pb_fullwidth_header][\/et_pb_section][et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ _builder_version=”4.9.2″ _module_preset=”default” custom_padding=”0px||0px||false|false”][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.9.2″ _module_preset=”default” max_width=”80%” module_alignment=”center” custom_padding=”10px||10px||true|false”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”4.9.2″ _module_preset=”default”][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.9.2″ _module_preset=”default” link_font=”||||on||||” link_text_color=”#000000″ link_font_size=”17px” link_text_color__hover_enabled=”on|hover” link_text_color__hover=”#0A4DA3″] Acas\u0103 > Via\u021ba Religioas\u0103 > S\u0103rb\u0103tori [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section][et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ _builder_version=”4.9.1″ _module_preset=”default”][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.9.2″ _module_preset=”default” max_width=”80%”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”4.9.0″ _module_preset=”default”][et_pb_image src=”https:\/\/museum.jewishtimisoara.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/Familia-Neumann.jpg” title_text=”Familia Neumann” […]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4422,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"1080","footnotes":""},"categories":[67],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4421","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-sarbatori"],"yoast_head":"\n\n