The driver told me that he eventually discovered that the wall was the Kotel, and he learned what it was and what it represented
As told to Margie Pensak by Dr. Michael Elman
T
he driver who took me from the Old City to Har Nof when I was visiting Israel in 2001 seemed typical for his kind — a Sabra who grew up outside of Yerushalayim in a secular home, knowing very little about Yiddishkeit. But he had an astonishing story — and a unique question.
He told me that he fought in the Six Day War, and was part of the group of soldiers that liberated the Old City. “As I ran through the narrow passageways, I was separated from the others,” he told me. “Suddenly, I found myself alone near a massive wall. I had never seen anything like it and I had no idea what it was.”
He described experiencing intense emotion. “I didn’t understand what that feeling was. It was a powerful force, pulling at me. I was frozen, I couldn’t move. I started to cry uncontrollably.”
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