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Kaunas, Lithuania. Winter 2014. Stepping into the Moadon HaYehudi in Kaunas, Lithuania, feels like venturing up (down?) Penrose’s impossible staircase, stepping back in time while moving forward just the same. It’s been almost two years since we left, and we’re back as visiting lecturers. 

The main hall hasn’t changed: earth-toned décor, warm ambience. We exchange greetings. So many old faces, so many new ones. Of the students we’d connected with during our stay, many have graduated and left. To the new students, we’re just two strange faces, people traveling through. And yet this was our home for almost a year. Just visiting is an odd appellation. 

Here and there we see indisputable change, hard evidence of the passage of time. Moshe Sheinfeld and his wife, members of the Nefesh Yehudi network, have adopted the Moadon and are showering it with care. A beautiful new paroches adorns the aron kodesh; a recent delivery of seforim adds weight to the bookshelves, both literally and figuratively. And there are other innovations, too. 

Three laughing girls face the new snack dispenser, proudly ensconced in a niche near the door. As they run a heated debate over which buttons to press, I glance closer and see row upon row of familiar fare. Bamba, Bisli, and other Israeli childhood favorites — just waiting to be claimed. They are sent in, ironically, overland from the UK by a benevolent Mr. Stern. The machine is divested of its assets with unmistakable glee. Beyond the (debatable) nutritional value of anything on show, it is the touch of their faraway Promised Land that is key to these snacks’ appeal.

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