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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_gallery _builder_version=”4.9.2″ _module_preset=”default” gallery_ids=”4495,4498″ orientation=”landscape” hover_enabled=”0″ sticky_enabled=”0″][\/et_pb_gallery][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.9.2″ _module_preset=”default” text_font_size=”16px” hover_enabled=”0″ sticky_enabled=”0″]<\/p>\n Preg\u0103tirile \u00eencepeau cu s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni \u00eenainte. Toat\u0103 casa era \u00een fierbere. Se goleau dulapurile \u0219i sertarele, se mi\u0219ca tot ce putea fi urnit din loc, se scutura, se freca, se lustruia, se fierbeau crati\u021be \u00een lighene uria\u0219e, se r\u00e2nduia vesela de toate zilele \u00een c\u0103mar\u0103 \u0219i se sp\u0103la cea pe care o foloseam o singura dat\u0103 pe an – de Pesah. \u00cen toat\u0103 locuin\u021ba se r\u0103sp\u00e2ndea mirosul de curat \u0219i de o\u021bet, din amestecul cu care se sp\u0103lau geamurile \u0219i se frecau covoarele dup\u0103 ce au fost bine b\u0103tute. Nu r\u0103m\u00e2nea niciun fir de praf, dar\u0103mite o f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 de p\u00e2ine. Rolul meu, aveam cam 5 ani, era s\u0103 piept\u0103n franjurii de la covoare, misiune de care m\u0103 achitam p\u00e2n\u0103 m\u0103 plictiseam. Eram \u00een a\u0219teptare.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce ne apropiam de ziua cea mare, forfota se domolea \u0219i se retr\u0103gea treptat \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie, pe c\u00e2nd \u00een cas\u0103 se instaura lini\u0219tea febril\u0103 de ajun de s\u0103rb\u0103toare. In seara de seder, \u00eembr\u0103cat cu un coif \u0219i o mantie de satin alb, tata se a\u0219eza \u00een capul mesei \u00eentinse pentru oaspe\u021bi,\u00a0 <\/span>pe un scaun c\u0103ptu\u0219it cu o pern\u0103 mare din puf de g\u00e2sc\u0103. C\u00e2nd g\u0103l\u0103gia ur\u0103rilor \u0219i \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103rilor se potolea, \u00eencepea ceremonia de seder<\/i>. Dup\u0103 rug\u0103ciunea de Kidush, <\/i>tata se sp\u0103la pe m\u00e2ini cu apa adus\u0103 de mama \u00eentr-o can\u0103, apoi gustam din karpas<\/i>, c\u00e2teva foi de p\u0103trunjel cu ap\u0103 s\u0103rat\u0103, gesturi cu valoare simbolic\u0103 de care nu \u00eemi p\u0103sa pe atunci prea mult. \u00cen cur\u00e2nd veneau episoadele \u00een care eu, fiind cea mai mic\u0103, jucam un rol important. <\/span><\/p>\n Tata strecura cu grij\u0103 \u0219ervetul cu afikoman \u2013<\/i> o felie de azim\u0103 indispensabil\u0103 pentru a continua ceremonia dup\u0103 cin\u0103 – \u00eentre cele dou\u0103 perne al\u0103turi de el \u0219i asigura sus \u0219i tare pe toat\u0103 lumea c\u0103 va p\u0103zi pachetul pre\u021bios de oricine ar \u00eendr\u0103zni s\u0103 i-l \u00eenstr\u0103ineze. Eram direct vizat\u0103, obiceiul din str\u0103mo\u0219i fiind ca unul din copiii prezen\u021bi s\u0103 \u0219terpeleasc\u0103 afikoman<\/i>-ul \u0219i cum eram singurul copil de fa\u021b\u0103\u2026 Eram apoi urcat\u0103 pe un scaun ca sa m\u0103 vad\u0103 to\u021bi si recitam Ma nishtana<\/i>, (\u201eCe s-a schimbat?\u201d – \u00een sensul c\u0103 de ce se deosebe\u0219te aceast\u0103 sear\u0103 de toate celelalte seri), iar tata r\u0103spundea prin povestea ie\u0219irii din Egipt. Toat\u0103 ceremonia \u0219i tot osp\u0103\u021bul aveau loc pentru ca s\u0103 primesc r\u0103spuns la \u00eentreb\u0103rile mele! De cele mai multe ori prin mijlocirea mamei intram \u00een posesia feliei de ma\u021ba ascuns\u0103, iar c\u00e2nd tata descoperea dispari\u021bia ei \u0219i, spre marea lui \u201euimire\u201d, identitatea f\u0103pta\u0219ului, m\u0103 \u00eentreba ce ar putea el s\u0103 \u00eemi dea \u00een schimb. Eu negre\u0219it repetam ce \u00eemi sugeraser\u0103 p\u0103rin\u021bii cu zile \u00eenainte \u0219i eram \u00een culmea fericirii c\u00e2nd dorin\u021ba \u00eemi era \u00eemplinit\u0103 pe loc. \u00cemi amintesc c\u0103 odat\u0103 mi-am dorit o pereche de pantofi albi, \u0219i minunea minunilor, au ap\u0103rut pantofii! \u0218i am fost a\u0219a de bine \u201eprogramat\u0103\u201d, c\u0103 bucuria mea era tot at\u00e2t de mare de parc\u0103 a\u0219 fi primit o juc\u0103rie sau o carte, ceea ce ar fi corespuns mai mult poftelor mele de copil. Oricum, era seara minunilor. Punctul culminant era c\u00e2nd deschideam u\u0219a larg pentru profetul Eliahu. Eram convins\u0103 c\u0103 el plana u\u0219or peste noi, vedeam doar cum tremura vinul \u00een pahare!<\/span><\/p>\n Prin anii 1960 s-a permis organizarea serb\u0103rilor colective la Comunitate.\u00a0 <\/span>Ne-am mutat cu tot cu perne, Hagadot<\/i>, c\u0103r\u021bile cu povestea de Pesah, cupa de argint primit\u0103 de ai mei cadou la nunta lor \u00een 1948 \u0219i platoul nostru de seder. Erau peste o sut\u0103 cincizeci de oameni \u00een jurul meselor, dar, \u00een esen\u0163\u0103, nu s-a schimbat nimic – eram o familie mare. Dac\u0103 nu ne \u0219tiam cu to\u021bii \u00eentre noi, sigur era c\u0103 tata, rabinul Comunit\u0103\u021bii din Timi\u0219oara, \u00eei cuno\u0219tea pe to\u021bi \u0219i to\u021bi \u00eel cuno\u0219teau. El a condus ritualul cu o autoritate fireasc\u0103 an de an, timp de zeci de ani. Ne-a explicat, ne-a dat instruc\u021biuni, ne-a dojenit c\u00e2nd nu eram aten\u021bi, a \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at copiii care recitau Ma Nishtana<\/i> \u0219i s-a \u201et\u00e2rguit\u201d cu ei ca s\u0103 ob\u021bin\u0103 afikoman<\/i>-ul. An de an, prima dorin\u021b\u0103 a copiilor, una de ne\u00eemplinit, era: \u201eS\u0103 fie pace \u00een Israel!\u201d Dorin\u021ba devenea rug\u0103 fierbinte \u00een vechiul c\u00e2ntec hasidic, Szol a kakas m\u00e1r<\/i>, scris \u00een ungure\u0219te cu\u00a0 <\/span>dou\u0103 versuri \u00een ebraic\u0103, pe care cei mai mul\u021bi nu le \u00een\u021belegeau, ceea ce conferea rug\u0103ciunii \u0219i mai mult\u0103 universalitate. Tata punea cu at\u00e2ta patim\u0103 \u00eentrebarea,\u00a0 <\/span>De mikor lesz az m\u00e1r?<\/i> (Dar c\u00e2nd va fi asta?), \u00eentrebare care revenea ca implorare, De mi\u00e9rt nincs az m\u00e1r? <\/i> (Dar de ce nu este deja acum?), c\u0103 fiecare era cuprins de aspira\u021bia personal\u0103 cea mai arz\u0103toare spre ceva, fie ea dragoste, \u00eent\u00e2lnirea cu fiin\u021ba iubit\u0103 sau plecarea \u00een Israel, pacea \u00een Israel, sau pur \u0219i simplu, o aspira\u021bie vag\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 alt obiect dec\u00e2t \u00eemplinirea. <\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Acum nou\u0103 ani, tata era la spital.\u00a0 <\/span>\u00cen cele c\u00e2teva momente de luciditate \u00eenainte de a ne p\u0103r\u0103si, m-a \u00eentrebat c\u00e2nd va fi seara de Seder. I-am r\u0103spuns c\u0103 a trecut deja. A f\u0103cut un gest u\u015for cu m\u00e2na \u015fi a spus: \u201eAm fost acolo.\u201d Privirea i se pierdea \u00een dep\u0103rtare. <\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Acele seri s-au \u00eentip\u0103rit \u00een memoria tuturor celor prezen\u021bi. Mul\u021bi prieteni mi-au m\u0103rturisit c\u0103 e de ajuns s\u0103 deschid\u0103 Hagadah \u0219i sentimentul de apartenen\u021b\u0103 la \u201efamilia\u201d timi\u0219orean\u0103 c\u00e2t \u0219i melodiile c\u00e2ntate \u00een cor revin instantaneu. Caden\u021ba greoaie \u0219i solemn\u0103 de memento din Avadim hainu\u2026<\/i> (Sclavi am fost\u2026) <\/i>ne spune pe ton grav <\/i>s\u0103 nu uit\u0103m, c\u0103ci cu toate c\u0103 nu am fost \u0219i nu suntem noi \u00een\u0219ine sclavi, dar al\u021bii sunt, iar noi r\u0103m\u00e2nem vulnerabili, iar libertatea noastr\u0103 este fragil\u0103 \u0219i trebuie ocrotit\u0103. Ritmul vioi din refrenul Dai, dai, dayeinu <\/i>(Ar fi fost de ajuns \u2026) sau cel av\u00e2ntat din LeShana habaa b\u2019Yrushalaim<\/i> (La anul la Ierusalim) ne umple de mul\u021bumire \u0219i \u00eencredere \u00een viitor. Ne e dor, retr\u0103im momente din trecut, ne reg\u0103sim \u00een curiozitatea \u0219i \u00eenc\u00e2ntarea copiilor.\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/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@” subhead=”De Getta Neumann” text_orientation=”center” header_scroll_down=”on” scroll_down_icon_size=”40px” _builder_version=”4.9.2″ _dynamic_attributes=”title” _module_preset=”default”][\/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_gallery _builder_version=”4.9.2″ _module_preset=”default” gallery_ids=”4495,4498″ orientation=”landscape” hover_enabled=”0″ […]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4495,"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-4494","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-sarbatori"],"yoast_head":"\n\n