Flower Power

Leaving the school building we found piles of roses waiting for us. Our mission, if we chose to accept it (we did,) was to go door to door delivering flowers and saying hello to the good people of Sderot, letting them know that there are still Jews who are willing to come down and spend a Shabbat with them.

Roses are red.

Toys and goodies for the kids.

A poster for the event, "Shabbat Sderot, Raising the flag with Sderot." (Note: I'm blogging this now, but the event was actually about 3 weeks ago.)

Everybody takes a clump.

Provisions were not made for carrying the things. They're covered in thorns.

Quick Lars, take the picture! My hands are bleeding!

My shirt seems to provide adequate protection from being stabbed by thorns.

Adam brought his guitar. At first I thought this a bit, well, excessive.

But the kids seemed to ignore my flowers and just wanted to hear Adam playing guitar. Once the sound spread out, people were coming out of their apartments to make requests. Pretty soon we were all dancing around. It was a sweaty day, so the old ladies brought down soda and cups. Soon we had our own mini-concert going.

Play, "Ain Lanu Al Mi Lehishaer!"

We got the kids dancing.

We gathered up our yeshivah comrades and walked back to the school as a bunch. Adam kept playing, and pretty soon it was something like a parade.


Lars and me, ready for Shabbat.