misanagi

It's Passover. A traditional holiday that reminds us of freedom and hope. Pesaj, for that is the word in Hebrew, is a moment to look back and remind ourselves of the past. We thank God for delivering us from the land of Egypt, for taking us away from so many years of slavery and guiding us to the promise land.

In the last two days, as I've done my whole life, I attended to the Seder. I sat with my family and thanked God for all that He has given us. We read from the Hagadah (that means 'to tell' in Hebrew) and remember the story of Mosses, the ten plagues and the parted sea.

Passover is hope, is the idea of leaving behind a world on anguish and suffering, a world of slavery and pain.

I really don't know what emotion I felt as I sat in front of my computer, eating a Matza, and saw that anti-Semitic groups had googlebombed the word Jew. (Thanks to deoridhe and raletha for making me notice).

I'm not naïve, I know the world I live in, and I know there is a lot of hate going around. I'm lucky enough to have been sheltered from most of it but still, when someone targets something you love, something you are, it hurts.

And I'm just too proud to let them win.

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: (Ecclesiastes 3:1)

A time to rant: One of my cousins had his Bar Mitzvah today. I went to the synagogue, pretended I didn't hear the obnoxious women speaking about fungus behind me and smiled politely at all the people I didn't know but that felt the need to say hello to me anyway.

So I put on the magic face that has a permanent hypocritical smile on, went to the reception and made numerous of torturous small talk with people that were as deep as pot hole.

In honor of such a memorable occasion I decided to skip class and simply come home to lie on my bed and watch sitcoms with my best friend.

And a time to narrate: Today was the car-less day in Bogotá! (Notice the sarcastic exclamation point)

Car-less as in no cars. Let me give you a mental picture of this, I live in the capital city, lots of traffic lots of people. Then one day a year the city hall decides that you can't take your car out and everyone has to use public service, a bicycle or the forgotten art of walking, to get where they want to go.

It's actually not that bad but it gave me a pretty good excuse to cut class. Not that I need one anyway.

A time to complain: My stomach is hurting a lot. Stupid stomach!

And time to write: First chapter of Inverse is posted. Click here if you want to read it.

A time to explain: galadriel_lll must be laughing her ass off but I just had to use this Bible passage. When we were in Jerusalem I heard it so many times that I think I can even recite it (in Spanish, mind you).

And a time to end.