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Radzyn | Introduction
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Radzyn, Poland 1933. The overflowing wine turned the white threads beneath it red. Not quite next to the Rebbe, but closer than many of the CHASSIDIM. N) Plural of 'chassid.' A Jew who has taken upon themself the heartbreaking and triumphant process of deepening his relationship with his Creator. Typically travel in groups. Stretching the fabric of his new BEKESHE. And then, his story began. There were once children," the Rebbe started, "playing a game of hide and seek. A group would hide, and one wo...
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Radzyn | Vol. 3: Flour | Part 4
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Impossible shapes formed in colors that never existed before, dancing with each other then disappearing. Gittel watched until it was over, opened her eyes to the sunlight through the leafy branches of a thick gray tree, then once again shut them as tight as she could. The meadow where she was laying was thick with grass that smelled smoky and old, and small rocks underneath pushed forcefully into her back. What she liked best about this feeling, was that it didn't remind her of anything. Almost killed it...
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Radzyn | Vol. 3: Flour | Part 5
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Fruma thought she had found a friend in Gittel. She wasn't aware of how badly she was seeking one, but their days together felt like it was bringing her closer to something she left behind in Odessa. Instead, walking home in the dimness between sunlight and the stars, her fears about coming to Radzyn were confirmed. When she was informed by her parents that she was being sent away, they didn't leave her much time to prepare. In truth, it would have felt inappropriate otherwise. With whom she travelled on...
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Radzyn | MOTTEL'S NIGGUN - a Radzyn short
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Drops of rain stuck to his leather violin case, then stretched and slithered down its side until they became puddles underneath. Mottel walked through each of them, concentrating on the sound the water made inside his shoes. For a moment, it overtook the notes that echoed inside him, bouncing off the bare trees and clouds above. He was far away from home already, and each step brought him yet further, marking an ever expanding distance between who he was, and who he felt he was supposed to be. Radzyn...
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Radzyn | Vol. 2: The Silver | 1
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His journey had taken just over a month, a bit longer than he had prepared for. Radzyn was not an easy place to get to, and other places were not easy to get to from Radzyn. That was why, Nosson figured, he had heard so many stories about this. But had met so few Radzyners himself. When his house was finally taken by the bank, for an old debt he hardly remembered accruing, he knew it was time. He sold his shop and everything else he owned, packed his TEFILLIN. Things in the world were changing. Used excl...
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Radzyn | Vol. 3: Flour | Part 2
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Eidel and Buncha slipped past Fruma quietly with curious disdain, looking back to Gittel with raised eyebrows, waiting for a confirmation that she refused to provide. Gittel had still not decided exactly how she felt about Fruma. N) Father, on Earth or in Heaven. Your uncle, grew up in Radzyn. They lived here before he became the CHAZZAN. N) The leader of communal prayer. If one doesn't have a good voice, they are not a chazzan. N) Yiddish for 'mother.' Some words are simply perfect. Oh," Fruma replied, ...
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Radzyn | Vol. 2: The Silver | 5
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Nosson punctured an onion until his fork hit the plate beneath it, and slid it absentmindedly through the thick, sweet oil surrounding the single piece of herring he had prepared for dinner. The fish in Radzyn was well known for being prepared sweeter than most, and he could not bare the thought of touching it to his lips. Now, more than ever, he craved the kind he grew up with. This was entirely new for him. A misinterpretation of a series of signs he never understood but followed nonetheless. Cup, Noss...
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Radzyn | Vol. 3: Flour | Part 6
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Shallow valleys curved and twisted their ways across the thin, white landscape. Gittel blew cool air overhead, drying the overflowing the black ink and making it permanent. However, no matter how delicious any of the new recipes were, it wouldn't matter much. The only reason people now waited in line for hours, foregoing their other responsibilities as the sun approached the end of the week, was to purchase a piece of "Fruma's ZYS/h3. What am I supposed to do with this? It did not feel like enough time.
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Radzyn | Vol. 2: The Silver | 3
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Every morning in Radzyn, each man and woman rose with the sun and spent each moment of the day perfecting their craft. Each person was built for their TAFKID. N) The purpose of one's time in this world. A deep secret, oftentimes even for those to whom it belongs. And, each morning until now, Koppel had followed suit. He’d don his TALLIS. N) A large white shawl, with eight strings hanging from each of its four corners. Worn during the morning prayers, and transported to and from shul in a dedicated bag.
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