This allowed for something special:
to not theoretically learn together from a book [the Haggada]
at some festive dinner table
in a comfortable safe, secure, room,
but to actually "walk this talk" ,
the commandment that
"everyone has to consider himself
as if he went out from Egypt".

Nor would we eat a boring, bought mazza,
but would prepare and bake and eat real unleavened bread,
which in my understanding symbolizes
the letting go of being a slave to security.

"Micha, Arnon, Ayelet:
we shall go-out and live the Exodus from Egypt!"

Since I wanted to have as much authenticity as possible,
concerning the bowl for the dough, the jug for the water,
the bags to carry everything, and even my Bedouin dress,
I left the camera behind.

But then our Pesach was so wondrous, so moving,
that I regretted badly, to not have taken a physical memory with me.

From this regret an idea was born,
which outweighed that loss by far and high:
We would repeat this Exodus,
and this time with the whole quartet.
After all, Pesach is celebrated not for one, but for seven days!

I've started Yael's page
with the movements of the earth
in relation to the sun.
As I taught her the structure of time,
I needed to teach her
the directions in space.
What is east, what is west
what is north, what is south?

Itamar and Yael wanted to know.
They saw the sun setting in the west,
but they never saw it rising in the east.

So we agreed
that after another night at my place,
I would wake them earlier
to make them see where the sun rises,
over the Jerusalem mountains
in the east.

And, indeed, they got up easily,
and we walked up the Titorah again,
their cerials and milk in my backpack.

Before we left, I asked:
"Where should I braid your hair, Yael?"
And she said:
"On the Titorah".

Itamar took the picture.