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- So I can't stay here.
Too many memories.
- Papa?
- It's too expensive for one person.
- Yes, but she only believed you.
- Give me your jacket.
- They don't mean it.
- Of course they mean it.
Give it to me.
Here.
I just stopped listening to them a long time ago.
They're very smart,
especially your mother,
but what do they know of love, those two?
You will see.
So fast?
- Kaddish.
- What about Kaddish?
- Who taught you Kaddish?
- No one taught me Kaddish.
- Your father?
- No, my father,
my father was not a very good teacher.
I listened.
I listened to the old men in shul.
- The words.
- To tell the truth.
I don't even know if I'm saying the right words.
Okay.
We've moved past on this--
- I want to go with you.
- I can't go very far.
- When you move.
I want to go with you.
- Oh.
Papa sit.
For subsidized housing,
there are forms to fill out.
There is list, waiting list.
- Okay, you go.
Always list.
- The rule of minyan is laid down in the Mishnah.
David, read.
- Because the Gemara states
every act of sanctification requires
at least 10 men.
These are the rules.
The rabbis found support for the rules in the Torah
from a story in the book of Numbers.
- David.
Where are you, David?
Hashem is in the words,
and the words are in the Torah!
- It's not so hard,
just tell them what they wanna hear.
Whatever is in the book, it must be right
even if it's wrong.
David.
David, God is in the word, David.
- Give me that.
Your grandfather looks thin.
- He is thin,
the same thin.
- No, look closer.
He's not getting enough to eat.
Neither are you.
- Neither am I.
- And your mother,
she likes new house?
- It's okay.
- That is all?
She couldn't wait to get away.
- It's only a few blocks away.
- For her, that is enough,
practically another country.
- Practically another country.
- No, I won't have it.
- What's wrong with normal school, regular high school?
- David, please.
- He knows already language.
He can recite all the prayers.
- Recite? What does this mean to recite? Like parrot?
- If he wants to leave, he could leave. - Do you understand any of it?
- Do you? - No, not a fucking word. But this is not about me.
- At his age I was already working.
- Take the money out of my salary.
- Did I say anything about money?
- Take the money out of my salary.
Not so easy as a few prayers in Hebrew, you will see.
Do you remember school in Russia?
- Yes. - Every morning--
- It's not so bad. - Every morning I sent you to school
and every afternoon you came back with your books,
muddy and ripped, and a little body was covered with bruises and welts.
Maybe this was not so bad for you, but for a mother,
there is no worse torture you can imagine.
You cannot turn your back on education,
chance to learn.
- Public school is in education.
- But in Jewish school,
no one can beat you for being a Jew.
- Hello, my friend, come, get in.
- We can wait.
- Too cold for old man.
- No, cost is--
- No cost.
A mitzvah.
Where are you going?
- To Brighton Beach.
- What about you?
- She would have made something special for you.
- And for you.
- No, this is all that I need.
Your mother once asked your grandmother
why she didn't leave Russia when she was young woman,
before the war, during the war,
- When she was waiting for you to come home?
- Your mother always thought about this
as if there were options.
As if you can just run away from yourself.
- What did Bubbe say?
- Look into my eyes, that's what Bubbe said.
So your mother looked in Bubbe's eyes
since she didn't see anything.
Exactly, said Bubbe,
because I have nothing to hide.
I'll get it, I'll get it.
Hello?
Yes, yes.
Right.
Okay, yes, thank you, thank you.
Yeah.
- Who was that?
- This was an opportunity for apartment,
but it didn't come through.
Who is that?
That is me.
I don't know very well the man that was then.
Grandmother had this photograph taken
because she did not think that I would survive.
Still, I don't.
Memories no substitute for love.
- You have no bills for today.
And then we will see you again July 21st.
Doctor, before you go,
I have something, I'll have you sign right here.
Thank you.
- He can sleep in my room.
I can sleep on the couch.
- Your grandfather is a war war hero.
He is proud and pious man.
Besides, he cannot manage stairs.
- You have to do something.
He's just waiting there.
- I'm already paying portion of his rent.
Don't tell him.
The doesn't know this.
And don't tell your father.
Mr. Zeydenbaum, you know my son?
- Hello.
- We have some work to do.
- One donut.
Need a place to crash?
- That's okay.
They don't usually last that long.
- Your mother knows what she's doing, huh.
- Here you go, sir.
- It's so much davening.
So many rules.
- I didn't have such an education.
There were hardly any books.
The fact that I can read Hebrew is a miracle enough.
I was hoping that whatever you learned,
that you would teach me.
- What I learned?
Doesn't really matter?
The rabbi says you can eat an orange on Shabbos,
but the peeling is labor.
- What?
What, perhaps I have eaten an orange on Shabbos.
If that's what he said,
I want to know it.
- That's what's written.
- David.
Come here.
The evening before his bar mitzvah,
a boy runs up to a rabbi and says,
rabbi, I am afraid.
Rabbi says, it's only natural to be nervous
No, Rabbi.
You don't understand.
I am afraid.
What are you afraid of?
I am not yet certain that I believe in God.
The rabbi gives the boy a big shake in the shoulders
and he says.
- What?
You forget?
- I am not yet certain
that I believe in God.
That's what rabbi says to boy.
I am not yet certain.
No one should force you, David.
No one.
- You know where you're going.
You don't know what's going to happen.
- He's a pig fucker.
- You're scared, but you're,
you're doing good, you're adrenalin is pumping, you know.
And the waiting's the worst part,
because you don't know--
- Your stupid little friend back to Siberia.
- My apologies, Mrs. Levitan.
I will be right with you.
You can go change.
Yeah, your robe is there.
Okay.
Hello.
- What can I get you?
- Vodka.
- You got ID?
- Come on, can't you see the boy needs a drink.
I mean,
look at him.
You know what, nevermind.
I will have a vodka.
On the rocks?
No, neat.
Okay, maybe on the young side of legal,
but he drinks like one of us.
Tell me, do you know the difference
between the good stuff
and the crap that he just poured you?
- I'm a Russian.
- Get them one from the top shelf then.
- Sorry.
- This is why we cannot find him apartment.
That is three people who die in this apartment.
- Don't say that.
- I don't wish it.
- Then don't say it.
- Only that when he goes, he goes quickly.
I have already spent too many nights
sleeping on his floor.
- The couch is worse.
- Of course it was.
This is why I slept on floor.
- Where have you been?
I get call from school.
Then from your father.
What happened to you?
Who did this to you?
- I'll be here.
- David.
All the answers are in the book.
Everything.
It's all in the book.
- My daughters tried everything, rabbi.
Like there are no apartments.
- Listen to what I'm telling you.
You should speak to Zalman.
He is the Gabbai.
He's a good man.
You should speak directly to him
and give him this letter.
- Rabbi.
- The building has its own small synagogue inside.
Not as grand as this one, but it doesn't matter.
Zalman cannot draw a minyan for Shabbat,
and if no minyan,
it serious problem for him.
People will go somewhere else.
You are pious man.
And you should be excellent attendant to this place.
- Thank you, rabbi.
- Okay.
- Put this on.
- Holocaust day is tomorrow.
- Today you will take your grandfather to his appointment.
- Today we have to set up the things. All the stuff has been in the basement since last year.
It's only gonna get dirty.
- Then don't touch anything.
Make sure he wears his new suit also.
And take bus.
- It's not so far. He can walk.
- If you walk, it will take forever.
And he will find a way of talking himself out of the running along the way. This is what he does
before he even gets there.
He should not be breathless.
If he has to pass selection process,
he should seem healthy.
Why would manager pick someone
who looks to be on his death bed?
He would have to go through process all over again.
- Probably used to it by now.
- Make sure he impresses this Zalman
the high level of his religious commitment.
He is more committed to God than to anyone else.
I know this.
You will see.
And give the man this.
This is finest Russian vodka.
- He's Romanian.
- Romanians don't drink?
- You know you can't walk that far.
It's not like the man's going anywhere.
Where would he go?
- David, I'm telling you, we should walk.
This meeting is a waste of time.
- You don't know that.
- I do know that.
It's a waste of time.
- Here.
- Besides, we have nothing to give him.
Not even vodka.
- What?
What are you looking at me for?
- I have ice.
Here.
- I'm fine.
- Take.
Take ice.
- Atheists.
One is a product of Stalin,
the other of Hitler.
What do you say to a man that he asks
where God was when the Germans were shooting his parents,
throwing them into a hole?
They teach you the answer to that in your Yeshiva?
I didn't think so.
But to here has it lost someone to the Nazis?
And I lost my grandparents,
three beautiful sisters,
aunts, uncles, cousins.
What am I supposed to do?
My problem is
one man.
- He who saves one man saves the world.
- One man.
It's not enough
to make the minyan here.
I need two men.
You must both come.
Then I am sure I can make an apartment available to you.
It may take a little time,
even a few months,
but what are a few months.
In Brighton Beach.
- Good man.
I don't understand one fucking word of Hebrew
but I thanks God it takes only one arm to pour,
one arm to drink.
So there is no disadvantage to my situation,
except with the women.
The women don't like it.
But it takes only one hand to,
your grandfather has all his parts.
- Uh huh.
- Gut Shabbos.
- How did you know?
- He will accept no help.
Once a soldier,
always a solider.
- Gut Shabbos. - Gut Shabbos.
Or the stories of Peretz?
- Peretz? - Peretz.
Babel, everyone loves Babel.
Itzik has a real voice for it,
but he loses his breath nowadays.
My voice is not so entertaining,
but we are always glad for the company.
You are invited as well.
- It was at this moment precisely
that he found he could not rise.
Something had happened to his arms,
his legs, his feet.
He began to scream
in his great bewildered terror and felt himself
indeed begin to move.
Not upwards towards the light,
but down again,
a sickness in his bowels,
a tightening of his loin strings.
He felt himself turning
again and again
across the dusty floor
and though God's toe had touched him lightly.
- Where'd you come from?
- I don't know, it's a, it's a long story.
- You talk, that's a start.
Tell me later.
- It's very nice.
Comfortable.
Still, I prefer the old one.
It fit in better.
But tell me, how did you get this upstairs?
Furniture's not supposed to go through the lobby.
- Your neighbors.
- Ver?
- You know, the soldier and the poet.
They said it would be okay.
- The two men who live next door,
they've were neighbors in the building
where they lived before.
Their wives had been friends.
Herschel's wife survived the war in a cellar.
In Poland, I believe.
A few years ago, Itzik's wife died
and they put themselves on the list
for the subsidized housing.
- So you boys will stay for dinner?
- I only made for two.
- They work so hard.
- We'll make due. - okay.
A short time after Itzik's wife died,
Herschel's wife also died.
And he put himself on the same list.
He's the small one.
Itzik had suitcases full of cash, I'm told.
And a son in Chicago who is very successful.
So for him there was no urgency.
But for Herschel,
he's an intellectual, you know.
What value is fancy ideas and pretty words
if you have only a few coins in your pocket?
Without his wife's government check,
Herschel could not afford where he was to live.
So he moved in to Itzik's apartment.
- It's a mitzvah?
Who's helping who?
- But Itzik, his name came up first on the list.
- Have you been to their apartment yet?
- No, not yet.
Herschel extended many invitations, but--
- And?
- Well, there was always something
that needed to be done.
- Done?
What needed to be done?
- The food is delicious.
- Yes.
It's very tasty. - Yes.
- So Nathan, how's your mother?
- She's not talking to me.
I told her I was joining the army.
The IDF.
- She wanted you to be a soldier,
she could have moved to Israel to begin with.
- This way's nice.
- You're crazy.
Who talked you into this?
The Yeshiva?
- Do you remember the airplane?
When the plane took off,
when we're over the clouds,
over the ocean,
I thought it was gonna be like that here.
When we got here.
But it's just this.
Only this.
- And then you come back, right?
- You, young person.
Get me some water.
The devil has me by the throat.
- How tall are you?
- Oh, look, the workman has arrived.
- He is joking with you.
This is how he jokes.
- When you are done moving the light,
you could take a look at the toilet.
- Itzik would have done,
but it is not a good idea now,
now that he is not feeling so well.
Oh what wonders.
When you can do something, it takes only a minute.
And when you can't, you stay in the dark forever.
- Do you want me to fix the toilet?
- You are a plumber too?
My brother,
he was strong like you, but not as big.
In the shtetl, there was not so much nutrition in cabbage.
He was a fighter
when it was not a good idea to be one.
In our town, it was a blacksmith.
A pole.
He had arms like legs.
For fun, he'd crack my skull with his hammer.
My brother,
he broke that Pole's arm
as if it were a birch branch.
- I'm not that strong.
- We surprise ourselves.
- Where's your brother now?
- You smell
like a real Russian.
Worse.
It's a good smell.
In the army, we all slept together in a pile.
Heads buried in the warm parts of another man's body.
Our commander would find us like that every morning.
Get up.
Get up, he would kick us
and then make us march.
That way he could tell who would live and who would die.
He looked to see if there was still life left in our legs.
- Such a man.
A real Odessa character right out of the pages of Babel.
Do you know Babel?
- Not really.
- What a writer.
- The wisdom of my grandfather sat in my head.
We are born for the pleasure of work, fighting, love.
We are born
for that and nothing else. - For that and nothing else.
Here.
You will enjoy it.
Itzik grew up on Babel Street.
- Really?
- When I was your age,
I was already
- You like the fights?
Itzik knows all Ukrainian fighters.
- My father was a boxing coach in Russia
at the local clubs,
but he trained many of the champions
when they were first starting out.
- But once they started winning,
they take them away,
give them to other coaches.
- Yes.
So now he's a physical therapist.
- He gives a massage.
- To lots of middle-aged women.
- He likes that?
- My brother, for him,
my survival was the reason he had to survive.
Many were the times
when he might've been able to get away
to slip through the holes.
I know this now.
He was strong.
They were ways.
But he stayed
for me.
Hmm.
When the ghetto was being liquidated,
we were put on a train.
He pushed us towards the big door where there was more air
and a chance for water.
And when the big door opened,
he must have been able make deals with the kappos
so that he and I would be selected for work and not
the showers.
Or maybe it was only luck.
My mind is full of tricks now.
I don't know how we survived,
or why,
except whenever I was hungry he found food,
whenever I was cold,
he wrapped me in his arms.
Being alone
was also a cause of death in and of itself.
♪ The sun is high
♪ And I'm surround by sand
♪ For as far
♪ As my eyes can't see
♪ I'm strapped into a rocking chair ♪
♪ With a blanket
♪ All over my knees
♪ I am a stranger to myself
♪ And nobody knows I'm here
♪ When I looked into my face
♪ I wasn't myself I'd seen
♪ But who I've tried to be
- Hey.
Want some coffee?
It's not fresh.
- What?
Thanks.
That's mine.
- You bring a lot of books in the club.
- I wasn't really planning on going out.
- It just ind of happened?
- Yes.
- What about the time before that?
What was that?
A rehearsal?
- I didn't know what was inside.
- You can crash here for a while.
- I don't think I can sleep.
- Then read.
- I saw you reading this.
- Hmm?
- At the bar that other day,
you were reading it.
That tickles.
- He smiled up at Elisha, and his tears ran down.
And sister McCandless began to sing,
Lord I ain't no stranger now.
- She's singing.
Keep reading.
- Rise up Johnny, said Elisha again.
Are you saved boy?
Yes, Said John.
Oh yes, and the words came upward it seemed to themselves
in the new voice God had given him.
- What does Baldwin mean by all this?
- About being saved, you know, like born again.
- I don't think he's been saved.
- What do you mean?
- John knows
he has to talk
about being saved
with his father but
the music he hears in his ear
is what he feels inside as a secret still,
that he isn't a stranger to himself anymore.
He can see inside himself.
- Revelations.
- See you guys later.
So smart all of a sudden
- Just really liked the book a lot.
- That part where his brother gets in a fight.
- Ah, so vivid.
- I can't stop thinking about it.
And when he picks up his little sister and tells her--
- Tells her to
escape and.
She was a dentist
where we lived.
A lot of good Soviet, you know,
bureaucrats were her patients.
They didn't want her to leave,
so when we did leave,
they took all of her documents,
her license, her diplomas.
- That sucks.
- It wouldn't have really mattered.
She had to pass all the tests again here anyway.
So she took this job.
- As a receptionist.
- After the dentist leaves,
she sees patients of her own.
- Shiksa.
I've been waiting your whole life
to use these words.
Goyte.
Sheygetz.
Shiksa.
- Are these your boyfriends?
- Come on, sit down.
- Who are they?
- People.
Men.
Men I know.
- I'm Jewish.
Why the list?
- Stop it.
- Why?
- You don't understand?
Do you know anything?
When someone gets sick,
I write his name down
and then he gets sicker,
and then he dies.
- I'm here, I'm sorry.
You don't need them, I'm here.
- Itzik loved donuts.
Now he can hardly eat a single one.
- Still, it's wonderful
that Itzik's son has returned.
No matter what happens,
in the end,
a father is a father,
and the son is a son.
- You and your wife never had any children?
- No.
The war, after the war,
there were two kinds of people.
There were those who felt such a responsibility
to ensure the future of the Jewish people.
And then there were people like my wife,
people who were convinced
that the world itself was irrefutably evil.
These were the two kinds.
I was neither one or the other.
For me, if joy exists in the world,
then joy certainly exists even if you don't have children.
- After the war,
there was only one kind of people,
the kind that lived.
She was one of the lucky ones.
- She did not think so.
Her father had a good business tanning leather
in his village.
He made plans with the Polish man
who owned the other tannery.
He offered him all his inventory,
all his tools,
if that man would hide them.
- The kindness of strangers.
- They were not strangers.
They were neighbors.
When the time came, the man said it was impossible to hide a whole family.
Only the little girl, my wife, could stay in the attic.
- So she didn't see them again?
- That men visited her many times in attic.
Sometimes he even let her out at night
after his wife fell asleep.
- Go ahead, choke yourself to death
- This is true story. You must never tell your parents this because I will go to prison.
- I want to meet your parents.
- Anyway, look at this girl.
Look how beautiful this girl is.
She's so beautiful.
I was so happy.
I can tell this story in front of David.
I was laughing so hard.
Not as hard as the time they came to dentist office
and I gave them laughing gas.
Do you want drink?
- Sure, thank you.
- David, get us drink.
Get us drink.
Ridiculous.
- He is handsome, I will give you that.
Slightly mean way.
♪ People like us
Was it the book?
You think he's smart too?
You think he actually reads?
We all have our props.
These little things.
He's not worth it.
You'll understand some day.
Still wet behind the ears.
The good ones are all gone anyway.
Most of 'em.
- Go home, David.
- What did I do?
- Just go home.
- You don't have to do that now.
- Itzik's son is coming tomorrow.
I don't want there to be any fighting.
In Auschwitz,
there were small mountains of shoes.
Shoes that had walked countless miles
in untold humiliations.
What was the value in these shoes?
Shoes without soles?
The Jews, they buried in ditches,
and turned into ash,
but the shoes, the German's wanted to keep.
- Can I
do anything?
- Yes.
I do think that that Itzik would have wanted his son
to have this.
Perhaps he,
perhaps he didn't want me to see it either.
- I liked her.
She's a very nice girl.
Alicia,
- Alicia. - Stop saying her name like that.
- Like what?
- Like she's-- - Her father is very successful business man.
- He sells cars.
- He has car dealerships on Long Island that he owns.
- What is their home like? - I don't--
- Big house, I'm sure. - I haven't been.
- Go there, meet her parents. - Listen to you.
- What, I should not like her?
Her father can be big help for you too.
- Really, there's no point in talking about this.
- Okay, okay.
Okay, I like her too.
She's very pretty girl.
- Think so?
- Yes
- Itzik was an unusual man.
What sort of life he had in Odessa,
I cannot say in the slightest.
He came to this country already an older man,
and then became successful in the transport business.
He supported his family.
He made jobs for other immigrants,
helped them get on their feet.
Only in his last few years did he rediscover Judaism.
But then he never missed a Shabbat prayer, Shabbat service.
And he gave generously to our community.
He was a man of few words.
So perhaps few words need to be spoken.
But is there anyone here
who would want to say anything more about Itzik?
If someone has something to say
and sit in silence,
they will feel regret.
- Living a long life is a blessing.
Today it is a curse.
Itzik was my last,
my dearest
friend.
Every word that he said,
he meant.
He liked to listen to me read.
He understood only a few words of Hebrew
but all of the prayers
were like music in his ears.
As a father has mercy on his sons,
so the Lord has mercy on those who fear him.
For he knows our devisings.
Recalls that we are dust.
Men's days are like grass,
like the bloom of the field
thus he blooms.
When wind passes over him, he is gone,
and his place will no longer remember him.
But the Lord's kindness is for ever and ever over those
who fear Him.
These were the words of David.
King David.
- Thank you for helping to bury my father.
Look at them.
Who knows how many they have robbed and cheated and screwed.
He spent seven years in jail, my father.
Did you know that?
- I have half brothers and sisters all over Russia.
I don't know how many.
For him, nothing was forbidden.
That was my father, you understand.
He was like this.
Like this.
- How very kind of you.
A mitzvah.
- It's nothing.
- Itzik always said how pretty you were.
Always very well made up.
- I am so sorry.
- David.
- You must make her stop.
- Well, I thought it was very nice
that she brought some food.
She's already trying to put him out on the street.
- What to expect from old Jews, David?
- Better.
You can expect better. - Old people are no better than the children.
David, everyone knows someone who's on the waiting list.
So not to act with guarantee that someone
with less scruples
will succeed in getting Itzik's apartment. - Where did you learn this, the Torah?
- No, David.
I learned it in life.
- Zalman.
Zalman will do what Zalman does.
- Let him sit shiva.
- Listen, my bother-in-law's a good Jew.
And his Hebrew is excellent.
You will see.
And he has a grandson.
A good yeshiva boy.
- Examine all of it.
Travel your road again
and tell the truth about it.
Sing it or shout
or testifying or keep it to yourself.
But know whence it came.
- You okay?
- Something for you.
- And I think if she comes--
- Her mother was married to--
- Light the first light of evening
as in a room in which we rest,
and for small reason,
think the world imagined
is the ultimate good.
This is therefore the intensivist rendezvous.
It is in that thought
that we collect ourselves
out of all the indifferences
into one thing
within a single thing,
a single shawl wrapped tightly around us.
Since we are poor, a warmth,
a light, a power,
the miraculous influence here, now.
We forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
a knowledge that which arranged the rendezvous
within its vital boundary in the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one.
How high the highest candle lights the dark.
Out of this same light,
out of the central mind,
we make a dwelling in the evening air
in which being there together is enough.
- Is enough.
- Come my friend.
Let me give you a ride.
You're studying?
- Herschel gave them to me.
- Gave?
How is he doing?
- He's losing his apartment.
- No?
It cannot be.
I knew Itzik
for many years,
when he was still married.
He was a good man.
Good looking too.
For a boss, not too demanding.
I've wanted to be a nurse.
Itzik never complained
when I asked him to study or to take exam.
He let me keep driving after,
some test I passed flying colors.
But,
other test I cannot pass now.
- So many books.
You will be reading long time.
- I like reading.
- I can see that.
But can you make life?
Wife?
- A living? - Okay.
- I don't know.
You'd rather I sell cars?
- I wanted to be doctor
a long time ago.
I was smartest girl in my class.
Your grandfather suggested I become dentist.
He was told I would never be accepted to medical school.
My mother, she wanted me to be married,
like this would solve all my worries.
Does your father know about this?
All of this?
- David,
is your grandfather all right?
- Yes.
Yes he's okay.
- Then what can I do for you?
- Not for me.
I didn't come from me.
I need to speak to you about Herschel.
I know the people in the building are talking about him.
- Yes, of course they talk about him.
- Ms. Greenberg--
- And your grandfather.
They have become close, intimate.
I told you what this place would be good for him.
- No. Ms. Greenberg,
that one-arm Russian,
they have their sites on Herschel's apartment.
- It was Itzik's apartment.
- People keep saying that.
- It was his name on the lease and mine, as witness.
- Herschel lives there.
He's lived there for,
have you been to their apartment?
- Why should I have gone there?
I was never invited.
- There's almost nothing left.
- I understand Itzik's son
took most of the furnishings.
- Everything.
He took everything except the books.
- I imagined the books would be Herschel's.
- Yes, and even those he's giving away.
- He was always generous.
He's a smart man.
A teacher.
- Meanwhile, all the neighbors are scheming
to have their relative, skip to the top of the list
that they can take his apartment.
- Just as you and your grandfather did
not too long ago.
- Aren't you worried about him?
- About Herschel? - Yes, goddamn it!
He has nothing.
He's all alone.
- He has you.
You are here on his behalf, aren't you?
- He doesn't know that I'm here.
He believes God will watch out for him.
- Don't you?
- Shabbat begins-- - Please.
You can't throw him out.
- David.
- No.
You know what he's been through.
You know what he survived.
- Yes.
Far worse than this.
- I wasn't sure you would come.
- I wasn't sure you'd be alone.
I'm glad you're alone, not really.
- I know.
- You don't understand.
- What's so hard to understand?
King Solomon didn't ask Hashem for a long life,
or riches, or revenge.
He asked
for an understanding heart.
- It's not Herschel.
- It's not only Herschel, I mean--
- Group of wandering men
looking to find a place
to lay down their head in peace.
The pharaohs, Hitlers, Stalin,
all the foot soldiers in the world
who tried to wipe out our little tribe
century after centuries.
Number of Jews
left in the world is small David,
so small,
but those terrible armies no longer exist at all.
Book of wisdom, it says,
keep turning the Torah over and over again
because everything is in it.
Look in it,
grow old and gray with it,
but don't turn away from it
because there is nothing greater than it.
I believe the Torah is the word of God.
But even I know that it was written by men.
- Come.
- The others?
- They should have known
I would never put the Jew
who comes to the synagogue out in the street.
Thieves, adulterers, homosexuals,
I take them all.
Without them, we would never have a minyan.
Come.
It was you.
- What?
- You. I was never worried about Herschel,
or about your grandfather.