Sending off Sins in Sweden
So Rosh Hashanah is over, and there’s a little breather until the rest of the holidays kick in next week. As usual, the holiday was enjoyable — a lot of good food, excellent company and pleasant davening.
Yesterday afternoon as I went to tashlikh on the beach in Tel Aviv, I was reminded of the Old Country and performing this ceremony there. After the afternoon prayers, the whole congregation would go down to the canal surrounding the old city of Malmö. There we’d all say the short prayer and cast the sins of the previous year, symbolized by a piece of bread, into the water.
This is pretty much what went on in Tel Aviv yesterday as well.
But unlike in Malmö, on the Frishman Beach in Tel Aviv there’s no local non-Jewish population that stops in their tracks to gawk at some fifty Jews, who huddle along the canal in the gathering darkness, mumbling some stuff from a book and frantically bombard the handful of ducks and seagulls that happen to be present with loafs and loafs of stale bread.
I bet that’s the kind of stuff that gets over-imaginative minds racing.
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