the blog of max jackl

So it’s me, Hillel. My full identity is Hillel the Swordman from the Land of Truth. I’m Max just in the Land of Truth. I use a different name, but my name is also connected to Max.

How does it work exactly? I and Max are the same person just in two different worlds. On Purim we exchange. I come to Max’s and Your world and Maxio jumps there. I’m well informed of customs of Maksiu and I do a lot of things same way, especially if I’m in His world. And, yes, we look same.

Let me share with You what my Purim Story in Your world was.

Thursday night, the day of Megillah reading I planed on going to Yisroel P., the alternative Yeshivah minyan on Purim, but things outside of mine and Max’s power made me late for it. So, I went to Netzach instead. Afterwards I went to cheder ochel to eat, but I was late and there was little food left. To the people there who didn’t now me yet I revealed my identity. I ate a little of what was there.

I looked for a place where happy people are doing something happy, best among yeshivah guys. Most yeshivah people went to places outside of Jerusalem though. There was something small outside the KK”L dirah and somebody was throwing eggs from angels dirah but beside that nothing seemed to happen. Than I went around few dirahs and again beside few people here and there nothing was going on. Let’s jump two hours. Than I went to the corner of KK”L and Usishkin (it has a new name, which I don’t know of) where guys were sitting and dancing. At certain point a chasidishe looking (loosely chasidish though) guy came driving a car. He stoped right at the corner and all the dancing guys started to dance around his car. He turned on the music and danced with them. Than he wanted to go but the guys were sitting on his car and going around it and not letting him go. Michoel went into action and pulled the guys off the car and let the driver go. So the guy turned off the music and went… 6 meters and stopped again and turned on the music again and started dancing on the roof of his car. Michoel sad ‘I’m not helping him this time..’ :))

After the whole corner KK”L/Usishkin happening finished I overheard somebody saying that most off the cars that went this way did It only because there were guys parting and out of it entertainment there. He may have been right till certain extend.

That night I also went to Mayanot in Nachlaot but it was loud and non interesting there.

At certain point I went to sleep, not very late though.

Motzei Shabbos

First of all I’m vary thankful to Reuven Rastaslavitzka from Max’s dirah who was so kind and let me use his digital camera.

I came around Mogen Avrohom and they were setting up things for the Purim shpiel. Than there was shpiel. Before that boys were singing ‘The Rosh, The Rosh, The Rosh is on fire’. Than there was crazy dancing in Mogen Avrohom with the background of few yeshivah boys playing and singing professionally, among them Fredie and Danie Sh.

At certain point The Rosh Yeshivah started giving brochos(blessings) on the street and then in the outside of the cheder ochel. He also played with my Holy Sword from the Land of Truth. Than for a long time there was party in Mogen Avrohom and on the street in front of it.

Later that night I went to Terry for a small party.

Photos from all that.

Sunday Morning

I went to Yeshivah’s shachris and listened to The Rosh speaking. Than there was breakfast in the cheder ochel. While I was eating a long friend of Max and mine, Jub M. (who was Max’s chavrusah for almost two years, and who understands Max at last in some sense), came and gave me mishloach monos, which was very appreciated. Let’s jump to the Seudah.

The Purim Seudah

(Sunday afternoon of Purim Meshulosh)

I arrived at Isroel P.’s house a little late. Everybody, including Zevie W. and Btzalel the fist fighter, were already there. During the seudah I’ve finished one bottle and 2 cups of Wine. It was cool.

About 20 minutes before shekiah I went to Max’s dirah, started second bottle of wine and made a phone call - I had something important to say to somebody, at last in my opinion, something positive though. Lets jump to s’feykoh d’yomoh of Purim.

Motzey Purim

I saw tho guys sitting on a bench and I’ve made photos with them - never saw them before. Than I’ve made friends with a completely random guy and had a photo with him. I’ve asked him wether he is Lubavitch (don’t know why?) and he said that yes, so I said that I love everybody and went on. I’ve pooped into Yochnan P. and said I will come back - photo. Than I walked towards KK”L - why? I don’t know and I don’t think I knew at the time either. Somewhere on KK”L, probably between Usishkin and Ibn Shaprut I’ve put my second bottle of wine, so that nobody will take it from me. I couldn’t remember where I’ve put it and didn’t find it ever. I saw some Rabbi, I guessed from Mayanot, and I asked him whether he teaches at Mayanot, he said yes and I asked him whether he knows Binyomin K. he said yes, so I said I also know him… great. Afterwards I had photos with one Lubavitch guys, than two with guys from Yeshivah and then I made photos of some children holding my Holy Sword. Than I’ve just like that… went into the house in front of which the photo with the  Mayanot Rabbi was made. I went into the dining room. I had a photos with a guy inside and sat down and started speaking with the owner of the house and asked him whether he knew some Lubavitch people which Max knows from Warsaw. He said he heard of them. So we spoke like this for maybe few minutes. Then his (think so) child started playing with my Holy Sword from the Land of Truth - photo. In meantime I started speaking with the Mrs. of the house. I’ve said few words about Midrash Shmuel. I asked whether the boys are too loud or something. She said something like ‘like these guys from next door’ implying that the guys there are loud. I believed her since there are few South Africans in that dirah - that explains everything. I’ve said that eventually Midrash Shmuel boys grow into serious and responsible individuals. She said that she doesn’t really care, which meant she has some self esteem and she doesn’t focus on others. Than everybody else left the room and I’ve stayed inside with the child playing with the sword and I drunk a bear. Summarizing the last point, I went into house that I was never in before, I started talking with people inside and they left me alone with their child. Did you think I’m more normal than Max? Later, from timestamps on the photos, I saw that I was there at last 40 mintes. Than I left.

Than I had photos with more or less known to me people. Among them Fishel (he makes big meals friday night for people which daven at the Kosel) who asked me why didn’t I pope into his seudah (on purim Fishel has a tradition to make seudah for the cats of the neighborhood, some pronouce it Katz), I’ve said that he didn’t want to tell me the address earlier when I asked him and he said he thought I knew it anyway… such a classic Fishel…

Going back to the photos. I had one made with some cyclist and with Josh R.’s (guy in yeshivah) father. Than I caught few other people around KK”L and had photos with them.

Than I saw Yosef, guy from yeshivah. He said there is party at Naftie. When we went into Naftie’s house only the owner was there - a photo (Naftie and Martin didn’t want to be on-line). Yosef asked Naftie, think in english: ‘There were <some number, but big> kollel guys at your party’ and Naftie answered ‘Yes’. I wandered, if so many avrechim were at his seudah that means they came after their seudahs, and seudah would end like at let’s say 7, so how come nobody was there, if it was just about 7: 30? From the timestamps at the photos I worked out that it was 10 pm… I was 2 and a half hours behind.

I went back to KK”L and again had photos with people. One - Dovid Greenman, spiritual guy from Golders Green; second - Elie Meyer, or just Meyer; third - Yehudah Fish, or Fish, sweet guy; forth - Elie Wohl; fifth - Wiss (spelling ?). With Fish we decided that we should go to Meyer’s house, so we went. I saw a great book ‘7 habits of highly effective people’, which happens also Max was reading at the time, and since Elie Meyer’s wife was the one reading it, I started discussing the book with her. Here are few photos of me, Meyer and Fish.

At this point, thinking it’s like 10 pm, I went on a ground level porch of some house on KK”L where few midrash guys were. Than something happened to my sword, I just remember picking up batteries. Than somebody on the porch said that police was comming. He was completly sober, I think it was son of the owner of the house. He had something against Midrash guys. I felt It can’t be like that. He looked so mean, his face… really like a guy who doesn’t try to be happy and only makes life of others misserable. I highly dislike this type. If I see him again I will tell it to him straight and he may see the colors of my sword. At certain point then I felt weird fear that I did something wrong… but I can’t remember what it could even possibly be. Out of this fear I decided to go to Max’s dirah. So very carefully I walked toward the dirah hiding behind trees and cars like afraid of somebody being after me. Than I reached the dirah and told the guys like Mimoun and Daniel that Midrash guys are oppressed on KK”L and we need to avenge them. They say I went in this theme for an hour at certain point switching languages… I don’t remember it though. I went back to my world… to the Land of Truth…