“The flight made an emergency landing in Cyprus after three cases of measles were discovered aboard”
The next two weeks flew by in a flurry of packing, cleaning, playing with the Gershonowitz kids downstairs so Reb Elimelech and his rebbetzin could clean, and recleaning our apartment after Yehuda Gershonowitz ran through it eating a potato boureka.
The letter had instructed us to arrive at the hotel on Tuesday morning, March 31st, Erev Bedikas Chometz, so after davening neitz, we headed for the Tachanah Merkazit with our suitcases and caught a train from the Yitzhak Navon station. We had only just settled into our seats on the train when I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, Nachum removing a quill, ink, and a roll of parchment from his backpack.
“This is a moving train,” I reminded him, eyeing the ink.
“It better be,” he replied, setting the bottle down on his tray table and nonchalantly dipping his quill inside it, “or I want a refund on our tickets.”
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