
The fiesta in the streets of Israel during Purim week brings back to my mind one of my most bizarre nights I ever had. This is the time when a Greek Orthodox Christian, his Muslim friend and a dozen of Yeshiva students spent a night of drinking Absolute vodka together.Earlier that week I was trying to come up with an original costume for a Purim party I was planning to attend on Saturday. While my friend Shadi was driving us back from a night out in Tel Aviv we ran into a van full of Yeshiva students next to us. I was a bit drunk so I managed to get some courage to open the window and ask one of the young fellows for a Kipa. I had an idea to dress as a religious Yeshiva student to the Purim party latter that week. I couldn’t find a fashionable KIPA; I was actually looking for a specific Breslev Kipa and that fellow was my chance to make it happen.
He asked me to call him to his cell phone; he then offered a visit to his Yeshiva in Beer Yaakov to provide me with that unique Kipa - He said he has plenty of them out there. “What the heck” Shadi said and we found ourselves driving behind a van full of Yeshiva students to their Kolel in Beer Yaakov.
When we parked the car, we realized that most of the boys were half drunk. I told Shadi that our plan is to get that Kipa and head out as soon as possible. “Be careful with your Arabic accent” I said, we don’t want any unnecessary arguments. Gladly they didn’t ask about our names, which would have surely created some sort of discomfort.
Let me make this clearer, there’s some sort of a MITZVAH in Judaism during Purim to get drunk (sort of) and the students insisted we toast together for that occasion. “It’s a MITZVAH” (religion commandment) said one of the students of Rabbi Shapira. Next thing I know was me drinking Absolute vodka with my Muslim friend and a dozen of students in a Yeshiva! I kind of hesitated about the whole deal, considering the fact we were almost drunk, but these guys were super friendly so we settled there for a while. I ended up getting my desired Kipa and even giving a ride to one of the student with our car to his grandmother’s house. I think I even had the chance to give a Trumah (donation) to the Yeshiva, symbolic bill of 20 Shekels.
This was surly one of the most imaginary Purim celebration I will ever have. I wouldn’t mind doing that again, tomorrow? Shabbos? Shadi?





