Tradition in My Heart, Freedom in My Life
(לחצו כאן לעברית)

		I’m a traditional Jew, but I’ve never been religious in the strict sense.  Shabbat isn’t something I keep — I live, I move, I go out dancing,  I sit in cafés, I watch films, I breathe the world. That’s simply how my life feels right.  My father was religious and tried for years to guide me toward observance,  but it never connected with my heart. I even dated a religious woman once;  after the second date she tried to make me say a prayer, and in that moment  I felt something inside me close. I can’t be pushed into faith. I need freedom.  Everyone should be able to live the life that fits their soul. And still, Judaism is woven deeply into my everyday life. I eat kosher,  I keep kosher on Pessach, and I clean my whole apartment before the holiday  — not because someone tells me to, but because it feels meaningful to me.  I don’t throw away my chametz like others do; I put it outside on a bench  near my home so that anyone who needs it can take it. There’s something  warm about that small act of giving. My fridge is often full of pita and bread from bakeries that hand out leftovers in the evening.  I take them home, and before Pessach I pass them on.  It’s my own way of keeping tradition — not by rules, but by heart.
All the Chametz I give away before Pessach.

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