Melancholy & Nostalgia in Deep Space

 

The engineers that oversaw the design and manufacturing of the Shliach assured that it was designed for efficiency and speed. They believed in the ship that they built. In some ways it was the first of its kind but the utilization of Dovid's Slingshot and pellet beams acceleration as well as the new fuels was mostly well tested technology based on the ships that had been regularly traveling between Planet Birobidzhan and Planet Shney. 

All told, calculating the length of travel time however was something between an estimate and an educated guess. They believed that with the new design and technology, the Shliach would approach the wormhole in somewhat over seven years. After transcending the wormhole, the ship would be in direct line with the Home Planet. That distance would likely require around two more years of traveling before an orbit of Earth could be instituted and initial planetary contact would likely be established.

Everyone worked as efficiently as they were capable to prepare for the voyage, but there was no predetermined liftoff date. Therefore, it was a matter of luck rather than planning that the liftoff coincided with the beginning of the Daf Yomi cycle. 

Studying one page of the Babylonian Talmud, a daf or a blatt, it takes around seven and a half years to cycle through the immense tome of over twenty-seven hundred densely printed pages. So, there seemed to be an element of bashert that the Daf Yomi cycle would match so closely to the time for travel between Planet Birobidzhan and the wormhole. The passengers of the Shilach agreed to embark on a shared study program to enhance the long voyage. 

The Talmud begins with the question “From when do they recite the Shema in the evening?” Long ago, millennia ago, on the Home Planet, during the Gallus of Babylonia, great sages pondered and debated such matters, probably staying up all night engaged in scholarly argument. They looked at the evening prayer schedule from every possible angle and perspective that their Earth-bound lives allowed. What they didn't debate, what they couldn't have conceived, was to question when the evening Shema should be recited aboard a ship making an intergalactic voyage through the void.

This question was diligently pondered, however, long before the flight of the Shliach although certainly long after the compilation of the Babylonian Talmud. 

Before the launching of the Hatikvah on the initial flight that brought the first Yidden from the Home Planet of Earth to the planet that became known as Planet Birobidzhan, the questions of the proper time and place for prayer needed to be set. The rabbis of that era resolved that throughout the long flight, rituals, Shabbos, and the holidays would be determined by the clock and calendar of the port of departure. The Hatikvah remained linked to New York City time for the nearly eighteen years of its traveling between planets. Centuries later, when the Shliach left Planet Birobidzhan headed towards a reunion with the Home Planet, the ship's clock and calendar remained linked to First Landing, its port of departure until the ship entered into an orbit of Earth. 

So, every afternoon, according to the ship clock, all the Yidden aboard the Shliach dedicated some time to review a page of the Talmud. Well, at least they all did to begin with. However, as the first long days turned into weeks, the uniting bond of shared study soon frazzled. 

As the awareness that their link to the planet of their birth was becoming tenuous and any future relationship to the planet of their ancestral origin was most uncertain, a melancholy and nostalgia began to take hold aboard the Shliach. The men, more and more, chose to spend their afternoons listening to the radio broadcasts from Planet Birobidzhan, knowing that the pleasure of hearing the broadcasts was a fleeting, temporary balm. Eventually, the ship would be out of range and the sounds from home would only be memories. 

Around two years into the voyage, the broadcasts from Planet Birobidzhan, as was expected and also dreaded, faded out. The mentshn aboard the Shliach, from that point on, were truly on their own, and totally dependent on each other for guidance, support, education, and entertainment. Some drifted back to the study group. Others passed the long days playing cards and chess. A few began drinking heavily. 

It was not very much later when the first of the Shiluchim passed away.

This story about the mentshn of Planet Birobidzhan and Planet Shney is the continuation of the tale that evolved into a novel, The Luftmenschen of Planet Birobidzhan. 

The Luftmenschen of Planet Birobidzhan is in print and available wherever books are sold! 

The novel can also be bought, at a discount, through this direct purchase link:

https://shop.ingramspark.com/b/084?params=6TtjgjBTrFtcK4tvxeCbUN4hTvy9rOoAq8aeNsNXURN

Here are the links to the rest of the story as posted so far:

1 - The Miracle of Vilna on Planet Shney 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2025/01/the-miracle-of-vilna-on-planet-shney.html

2 - Nes and Shprintza Freyda Spin the Dreidl on Planet Birobidzhan 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2025/01/nes-and-shprintza-freyda-spin-dreidl-on.html

3 - From Shloflozikayt to the Vision of a Marvelous Shtot 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2025/02/from-shloflozikayt-to-vision-of.html

4 - A Strategy for the Yeshiva Takes Shape and Nes Opens a Pool Hall on Planet Shney 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2025/02/a-strategy-for-yeshiva-takes-shape-and.html

5 - With the Best Intentions, On a New World

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2025/02/with-best-intentions-on-new-world.html

6 - The Shliach's Flight to the Home Planet

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2025/04/the-shliachs-flight-to-home-planet.html

7 - Moskve on Planet Shney Grows Wealthy and Cosmopolitan

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2025/04/moskve-on-planet-shney-grows-wealthy.html?m=1

8 - Vilna on Planet Shney, the Early Days

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2025/06/vilna-on-planet-shney-early-days.html

9 - The Shiluchim Face Uncertainty as they Approached the Home Planet 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/06/the-shiluchim-face-uncertainty-as-they.html

10 - Melancholy & Nostalgia in Deep Space 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/06/melancholy-nostalgia-in-deep-space.html

The Shiluchim Face Uncertainty as they Approached the Home Planet

 Long ago, on the Home Planet, it was common amongst the Yidden to say mensch planirt aun got lakht, that is, that much in life does not turn out as we might hope. Probably such sentiment was not limited to the Yidden. On Planet Birobidzhan, this was a common sentiment amongst mentshn in the early days. After a few years, the general sense was that God was no longer laughing at us. He had, most likely, forgotten about us.

Not much evident change took place on Planet Birobidzhan over the centuries. Most changes that one could recognize evolved slowly and incrementally. The rhythms of life on Planet Birobidzhan were generally driven by necessity and determined by traditions as well as ingrained habits. 

What brought about a monumental change can best be understood as a mutation. This cultural mutation began when Dovid, then a young boy living in a modest shtetl, ingested a fungus that he had encountered on a walk. Whether Dovid had chosen the mushrooms or the mushrooms had chosen him is, I suppose, a matter of perspective. 

The Mushrooms of Planet Birobidzhan transformed Dovid, but he kept his newfound bond with the Mushrooms a guarded secret. It was certainly this chance encounter that ultimately led the mentshn of Planet Birobidzhan to seek out worlds beyond their own. 

However, very few of the mentshn of Planet Birobidzhan knew of the driving force behind the transformation that had taken hold. 

It can be said that life on the Home Planet also proceeded haphazardly and with little discernable planning. It is true that the Home Planet was certainly much more heavily populated than Planet Birobidzhan. It is also quite accurate that the Home Planet was embroiled in an ongoing endless crises and that significant planning and coordination would possibly have been helpful. Nonetheless, planning and collective action seems to be largely counter to human nature.

For the Yidden of the Home Planet, life went on, more or less, as it had always been. Sometimes a bit better and sometimes a little worse. That is to say that the Yidden might survive or even thrive for decades, hundreds of years, or even millennia in one place and then either over time or overnight no longer be welcomed or safe. 

How Jews responded to perceived threats hadn't changed much over the centuries. The sorts of responses varied according to temperament. I suppose one can say that it comes down to fight or flight for those that left a clear trail. More often flight was the preferred course. First, a few and then hordes of Yidden would relocate in waves to other, more inviting or less hostile shores. 

When the project to relocate the Yidden of Earth off-Planet was initiated, this reflected one more wave of an historical tendency. By the time the flights to Planet Birobidzhan came to a sudden unexpected end, those transports were understood as an initial wave of a grand emigration flow that took on a new direction out of necessity. Leaving Planet Earth was no longer an option but going somewhere still very much seemed to be, quite often, necessary. 

However, there is another form of flight that has been a Jewish tradition since the beginning of time. That is, a willingness and desire to disappear. Invisibility is, of course, the ultimate tool for self preservation. Sometimes this was practiced by whole communities. At other times, it was the handiwork of individual magicians. 

Millennia ago, after the passing of King Solomon, the land where we lived was divided into two competing kingdoms. The northern kingdom became known as Israel and the southern as Judah. Of course, a divided land is inherently unstable and insecure. When the Kingdom of Israel fell to the mighty Assyrian Empire, the population was scattered, dispersed, and absorbed into surrounding lands and people. This was the first, but surely not the last, disappearing act. Periodically, whole communities followed into the same abyss as that which had absorbed the Lost Tribes.

The best guess that anyone traveling on the Shliach could venture is that Yidden would still populate the regions where they were most plentiful when their ancestors had chosen to emigrate centuries before. At that time of the initial exodus from the Home Planet, most Yidden lived in close proximity to New York City. There was also a sizable population of Jews living in the Levant between the Mediterranean Sea and the Jordan River. The rest of the Yidden of the Home Planet were thinly scattered about the globe. 

But, the question that dogged those that traversed the void on the Shliach as they headed towards the Home Planet was not only where they might find the Yidden of Planet Earth, but also if there were indeed recognizable communities of Yidden still on the Home Planet. After all, centuries had passed. When the Shliach eventually came into orbit, they were no closer to solving that riddle than they were on the day they began the long shlep. 

This story about the mentshn of Planet Birobidzhan and Planet Shney is the continuation of the tale that evolved into a novel, The Luftmenschen of Planet Birobidzhan. 

The Luftmenschen of Planet Birobidzhan is in print and available wherever books are sold! 

The novel can also be bought, at a discount, through this direct purchase link:

https://shop.ingramspark.com/b/084?params=6TtjgjBTrFtcK4tvxeCbUN4hTvy9rOoAq8aeNsNXURN

Here are the links to the rest of the story as it evolves and posted so far in the blog:

1 - The Miracle of Vilna on Planet Shney 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2025/01/the-miracle-of-vilna-on-planet-shney.html

2 - Nes and Shprintza Freyda Spin the Dreidl on Planet Birobidzhan 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2025/01/nes-and-shprintza-freyda-spin-dreidl-on.html

3 - From Shloflozikayt to the Vision of a Marvelous Shtot 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2025/02/from-shloflozikayt-to-vision-of.html

4 - A Strategy for the Yeshiva Takes Shape and Nes Opens a Pool Hall on Planet Shney 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2025/02/a-strategy-for-yeshiva-takes-shape-and.html

5 - With the Best Intentions, On a New World

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2025/02/with-best-intentions-on-new-world.html

6 - The Shliach's Flight to the Home Planet

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2025/04/the-shliachs-flight-to-home-planet.html

7 - Moskve on Planet Shney Grows Wealthy and Cosmopolitan

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2025/04/moskve-on-planet-shney-grows-wealthy.html?m=1

8 - Vilna on Planet Shney, the Early Days

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2025/06/vilna-on-planet-shney-early-days.html

9 - The Shiluchim Face Uncertainty as they Approached the Home Planet 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/06/the-shiluchim-face-uncertainty-as-they.html

Taking Time to Explain Time

 

My translator Yankl has become increasingly uncomfortable with the transcription of aspects of this story. He tells me that many of the people that might read this will have strong doubts about traveling backwards in time. 

Additionally, Yankl suggested that even those who might accept the possibility of going into the past might question why the Baal Shem Tov would do so, for instance, in order to alter a scholarly manuscript which is a seemingly minor matter, and yet refrain from using this power to perform great miracles such as the prevention of pogroms. I think that it might be prudent to pause with this narrative to discuss a bit the nature of time.

Now, to be sure, kats und mentshn have many fundamentally different perspectives. Our sleep patterns are significantly different. Our priorities are not the same. And, likely due to all of these sorts of factors that determine our unique nature, cats perceive time quite differently than most people do. 

Most people believe time to be a straight line that stretches unbending from the distant past and continues forward into the unknowable future. Chronology proves convenient for scheduling meetings and planning events or a rendezvous, but the orderliness of time is an illusion. Mentshn tend to believe time to be consistent but they are quite wrong.

In reality, time is quite porous, a bit wiggly, and not particularly stable in the least. Cats have no illusions about time being linear. We see time wobble quite often. If you ever see a cat chasing after something that you don't see, it may very well be that the chase is taking place in another time frame that you also fail to see.

The Baal Shem Tov perceived time differently than most people. He could see what others couldn't. His understanding was frankly very similar to a cat's perspective. So, when the Baal Shem Tov determined that it was necessary he would bend time to his purpose. In this way he could travel great distances as well as into the past or even the future. 

But, we need to understand that while the Baal Shem Tov's Holiness enabled miraculous occurrences as such, each required the utmost concentration of his spiritual power. Could the Rabbi alter the course of history? At times in certain ways, he certainly could. Doing so, however, had its costs and limitations. 

It was a few years after the Baal Shem Tov’s passing, may his memory be a blessing, and quite a long distance to the west in what is generally called the center of Europe, there was a miraculous clock.

If it were installed anywhere else but Prague, one might be inclined to think of a clock with Hebrew letters on its face and hands that circled to the left as merely an oddity. However, Prague has a reputation for Jewish mysteries. 

The Jews of Prague had long been a significant minority of the city. They numbered in the thousands, approaching a third of the population. The relationship with the authorities and the Christian majority was often tenuous. There were extended periods of calm punctuated by flare-ups of repression and the occasional pogrom. 

So it was that towards the end of the 1500s, Rabbi Loew, the Maharal of Prague, created a golem out of clay and brought it to life with a Kabbalistic spell and the inscription on the creature's forehead of the Hebrew word “emet” (אמת) meaning truth in order to protect the community. 

The golem, unfortunately, ran amok and caused much unforeseen harm. Rabbi Loew eventually regained control of his creation by erasing the letter Aleph, turning “emet” into “met” (מת) which means death. It was widely believed that the inanimate golem was stored in the attic of the Altneuschul (Old-New Synagogue) just in case that a situation arose that would justify the risk of reanimation. 

The Jews were expelled from Prague in 1745. Due to the financial distress that this caused the city, they were allowed to return once more a few years later. In 1754 a fire swept through the Jewish quarter and destroyed hundreds of homes as well as synagogues, Jewish businesses, and the Jewish Town Hall. 

And, so it was that in 1764 the Jews of Prague hired the master clockmaker Sebastien Landersberger to design and install a clock for the rebuilt Jewish townhall. 

And, it was Sebastien Landersberger's idea to place Hebrew letters on the face of the clock, with the first twelve letters of the Aleph Beis representing the numbers. Recognizing that Hebrew is read from right to left, he placed those letters on the clock in such a way that the hands of the clock need to rotate in the opposite direction of every other clock throughout the world. 

Of course, many of the goyim of Prague assumed that the Jewish clock held mystical power that allowed time itself to flow backwards. The Yidden were known to dabble in such things. Who am I to be sure that this is not true of the clock in the tower of the Jewish City Hall of Prague?

Nearly two centuries after the wondrous clock was placed in the Jewish City Hall clock tower, in the middle of the 20th century, Prague was bombed and then occupied by the German military. The suffering was tremendous for everyone but particularly for the Jews. Much of the Jewish quarter was severely damaged and nearly all of the Jews of Prague were killed. Then, Prague came under renewed bombing, this time from Allied forces attacking the Germans. Even more of Prague's buildings were damaged or destroyed. Somehow, the Jewish City Hall survived and the hands of that clock continued to circle counterclockwise throughout the war and continue to do so. 

The clock, it seems, was able to rewind time just enough to save itself. However, its ability to rearrange the natural flow of time was not enough to save the Yidden of Prague. 

So, think what you think, believe what you will, and see what you are capable of seeing. I know what happened because my Great, Great (multiplied by a large number) Grandmother Mruczek told these tales to her kittens and the stories were handed down from mothers to daughters one generation after another. 

For what it is worth, concerning the nature of time, kats, und mentshn, the Rebbe, Menachem Mendel Schneerson, may his memory be a blessing, once said, “All that exists is the place where you are meant to be right now.” I am meant to be taking a well deserved cat nap. I will continue this narrative, when I am so inclined. After all, that is the nature of a cat.

1) A Cat and the Baal Shem Tov 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/the-baal-shem-tov-and-cat.html

2) How Mruczek - The One Who Purrs - Came to Live with Alexei  

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/how-mruczek-one-who-purrs-came-to-live.html

3) Alexei's Inheritance, Mruczek the Cat and the Mysterious Traveler 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/alexeis-inheritance-mruczek-cat-and.html

4) Alexei and Mruczek Learn to Read

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/alexei-and-mruczek-learn-to-read.html?m=1

5) Alexei's Doubts & The Great First Leap of Faith 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/alexeis-doubts-great-first-leap-of-faith.html?m=1

6) Herring for Breakfast in Moskve 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/herring-for-breakfast-in-moskve.html

7) From Moskve to Liozna

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/04/from-moskve-to-liozna.html

8) The Street Urchin of Liozna

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/04/the-street-urchin-of-liozna.html?m=1

9) A Clock for Safed 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/04/a-clock-for-safed.html?m=1

10) Taking Time to Explain Time 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/05/taking-time-to-explain-time.html

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A Clock for Safed

 

The horses moved southward on the road at a slow trot, maintaining a very casual pace. They were happy to be out on a wide smooth road and had no concerns about the voyage nor the destination. 

The passengers in the wagon each had their own perspective. For Mruczek, it was a grand adventure. There were new sights, sounds, and smells. She was traveling much further than any other cat that she was aware of. The Baal Shem Tov withdrew into a contemplative state. Alexei held the reins, stared at the road ahead of him, and tried to make sense of it all. 

Alexei didn't know how far it was to Safed but he was pretty sure that it was a long arduous trip to the Holy Land. Besides all the other impossible aspects of a voyage to the Holy Land, the Baal Shem Tov said that they would arrive around one hundred and fifty years in the past, and had promised him that they would be home in time for his evening meal. It was already well into the later part of the afternoon, so that was beginning to seem increasingly improbable. “At least we have nice weather for it,” Alexei said to no one in particular as they rolled on. 

Shortly after Alexei noted the good weather, however, the wagon was enveloped in a thickening mist. Before long, he couldn't see anything beyond the wagon. Not even his horses. “I suppose that we should stop here, Reb Yisrael,” Alexei suggested. 

The Baal Shem Tov cleared his throat for emphasis before speaking. “That certainly isn't necessary and neither is it practical. The horses know where they are going. For now you will need to trust their guidance. We are on a tight schedule. There is no time to lose and any delay might put our expedition at great risk.” 

The wagon rolled onward through the pervasive fog. Beyond the edges of the haze, there were lights that weren't lights and sounds that weren't sounds and a whirling of indeterminate space and time. Just as suddenly as the mist had descended, so it lifted. 

The air was warm and the sky was clear. Mountains and valleys were visible in all directions. Lush forests of cypress, pines, wild olive trees, as well as other plants that were most unfamiliar stretched as far as the eye could see. The road that they were on had other travelers dressed in flowing robes, turbans on their heads and sandals on their feet, some with mule carts and others in long caravans of camels, and all leading upward towards a walled city on a mountain top. Roosters just out of view were crowing. 

Mruczek looked all around. Alexei blinked, wiped his eyes and blinked again. The Baal Shem Tov smiled broadly. “That is Safed we are approaching. The year is 1570 according to your calendar, Alexei. We are in the right place and at the right time. Now, we need to stable the horses and then find Rabbi Isaac Luria. That really shouldn't be too difficult. Also, maybe we should have something to eat.”

Just within the city gate Alexei guided the wagon to an inn and arranged for the care of the horses. Alexei and the Baal Shem Tov went on zu fuss to explore the town. The Baal Shem Tov was aided by his walking stick. Mruczek was perched on his shoulder. They soon found their way to a bustling souk where the smell of a variety of food cooking competed for their attention. 

The Baal Shem Tov jabbered with the merchants in Judeo-Arabic, Ladino, Aramaic, and Arabic with equal ease, shifting from one language to another depending on the comfort of whomever he was speaking with. Alexei could only stare and point, unfamiliar with any of the local languages. Mruczek simply hoped that some tasty tidbits would be offered to her before she turned desperate enough to hunt for rodents on her own. Before long though, they each had their satisfying share of the local cuisine. 

Their bellies full, the Baal Shem Tov began to make inquiries concerning the whereabouts of Rabbi Luria. He soon found a local youth that agreed to guide them to the Rabbi's study in exchange for a small coin. They followed the lad through the winding streets and alleyways, past various study halls and synagogues and ultimately to the personal quarters of the great Kabbalist. 

The Baal Shem Tov entered the study in order to converse with the Ari. The two great sages remained in consultation for several hours. Mruczek and Alexei waited outside, in the alleyway near Rabbi Luria's residence, taking in the mysterious city which offered amazement to all of their senses. 

The city of Safed was mostly Jewish at that time of their visit although to Alexei and Mruczek it may certainly have been difficult to tell. The Jews and Arabs of Safed dressed similarly and their common shprakh was Arabic. Safed was a regional trade center as well as a cultural and intellectual focal point. Safed was indeed a wondrous, bustling city for them to behold.

From the vantage point of the alley where they were standing, they watched the steady flow of people living their daily lives. Men, women, and children walked past them on their way to and from the market. Children were working, playing, and going back and forth between schools and homes. Men were conducting business as well as attending the many houses of study and prayer. Women worked in the market and shopped, as well as maintaining homes. Everyone was moving about. 

A few doors down from where Rabbi Luria lived, there was a table in the alley where men sat and played backgammon, or shesh besh as it was called there. They drank cup after cup of aromatic coffee and smoked hashish in a hookah. A few others gathered around to watch the game as well as place bets. 

Along the wall, a small line formed. Alexei watched the activity with curiosity. Mruczek watched Alexei. The man at the front of the line placed a coin on the table, beside the backgammon board. One of the players examined the coin and then slipped it into a hidden pouch within the folds of his flowing robe. A few minutes later, the waiting man was allowed through a curtain that covered a doorway behind the shesh besh table. After a while, the curtain parted and the man left, walking down the alley. 

Again, another man placed a coin beside the backgammon board. This coin also disappeared into the folds of the player's robe and the next man was allowed through the curtained doorway. After a bit, this man exited as well. Another stepped forward as the pattern repeated. Alexei left Mruczek standing where he had been and joined the line along the wall beside the backgammon game. 

When Alexei returned to Mruczek, she couldn't help but notice that he carried the aroma of sweat and perfume. Shortly later the Baal Shem Tov came out of Rabbi Luria's study, meeting Alexei and Mruczek in the alley. The Baal Shem Tov picked Mruczek up and placed her on his shoulder. He looked at Alexei with his piercing eyes for what felt to be an eternity before speaking. 

“We need,” he said, “to retrieve the wagon and bring the clock to Reb Luria as a gift. Then, perhaps we should have a cup of coffee or two before we head home. Is that a coffee house over there?” he asked, looking in the direction of the doorway that Alexei had so recently exited. Then, without waiting for an answer to the question, the Baal Shem Tov began walking in the direction of the inn where the horses were stabled and the wagon was stored. Alexei followed, somewhat sheepishly, behind. 

It took some time to navigate the wagon through the narrow, winding, and crowded streets of Safed. Along the way, Alexei asked the Baal Shem Tov about the Ari, Rabbi Isaac Luria. “This Rabbi Luria,” he started, “he is still a fairly young man, isn't he?”

The Baal Shem Tov was startled, it seemed, by this observation of Alexei. “Yes, I suppose so,” he responded. 

“Well,” continued Alexei as he tried to ponder through the mysteriousness of this stage of the excursion, “will he become important in a decade or so?”

The Baal Shem Tov began to explain. “No, Alexei. Rabbi Luria is already important. He will continue to do very important things over the next year and a half, or so. Then, he will be dead. He will, in fact, be buried in the cemetery that we happen to be passing right now,” he said as he pointed in the direction of the cemetery. “Rabbi Luria will also be important for centuries to come. His grave will be a pilgrimage destination. People will come from around the world to pray at his tomb. I have done so several times myself. It was a great honor to meet Reb Luria.”

Alexei sat perplexed for a while before voicing another question. “Why did we come here today?” he finally asked. 

“We came,” the Baal Shem Tov explained, “to correct a mistake in the treatise that he is now writing. I was reading it recently and I saw a glaring error in his analysis. I came here, at this exact time, to assure that the mistake never happened. Rabbi Luria's writing is incredibly influential. It paves the way for all that needs to unfold. But, he has much to do and so little time. This is why I want him to have this clock.”

“What becomes of this city?” Alexei asked. 

The Baal Shem Tov responded, “Wonderful things and horrible things will happen here. In a few years from now a Hebrew press will be established and important books will be published here. There will be a vibrant Jewish community here for ninety years or so. But, there will be upheaval and warfare and the Jewish community will be nearly destroyed.”

“When peace returns, Safed will again attract Kabbalists and mystical thinkers. Unfortunately, many people will be attracted to a charlatan named Shabtai Zvi who will lead hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions of Yidden astray.”

Alexei was aghast. “What will we do about it?” he asked. 

“We will go back to our place and time and do whatever we must do. That is all that anyone can do. One cannot change what is meant to be. We will each do our part, in our own way, in our own time. Let's go home.” 

Alexei urged the horses forward. The horses, well cared for and rested, were quite ready for a good run. They set off at a fast pace. The wind blew through, conjuring up a cloud of sand that enveloped the wagon. Both Alexei and the Baal Shem Tov wrapped their heads with scarves to protect their eyes from the sand. Mruczek crawled under the seat and wrapped herself as best she could to protect herself as well. 

When the wind subsided and the sands settled, the road was certainly familiar to Alexei. They were a few versts from his home. Alexei and Mruczek were home in time for their evening meal. The Baal Shem Tov was able to doven Mincha und Maariv at Alexei’s cottage as well. 

For the rest of the story, so far, follow the links here:

1) A Cat and the Baal Shem Tov 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/the-baal-shem-tov-and-cat.html

2) How Mruczek - The One Who Purrs - Came to Live with Alexei  

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/how-mruczek-one-who-purrs-came-to-live.html

3) Alexei's Inheritance, Mruczek the Cat and the Mysterious Traveler 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/alexeis-inheritance-mruczek-cat-and.html

4) Alexei and Mruczek Learn to Read

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/alexei-and-mruczek-learn-to-read.html?m=1

5) Alexei's Doubts & The Great First Leap of Faith 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/alexeis-doubts-great-first-leap-of-faith.html?m=1

6) Herring for Breakfast in Moskve 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/herring-for-breakfast-in-moskve.html

7) From Moskve to Liozna

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/04/from-moskve-to-liozna.html

8) The Street Urchin of Liozna

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/04/the-street-urchin-of-liozna.html?m=1

9) A Clock for Safed

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/04/a-clock-for-safed.html

10) Taking Time to Explain Time 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/05/taking-time-to-explain-time.html?m=1

The Street Urchin of Liozna

 “Reb Yisrael,” Alexei called out from the front of the wagon. “Where would you like me to take you?”

The Baal Shem Tov answered young Alexei in what seemed to be an uncharacteristically casual and unspecific manner. “Just drive around. Perhaps you can just let the horses decide. Go until you find a band of ruffians, riffraff, and guttersnipes lolling about on a street corner. There, we will stop because I have some business to attend to.”

The wagon drove about without rhyme or purpose through the dingier, unkempt parts of town. Alexei spotted a dozen or so disreputable children on a corner and he asked the Baal Shem Tov if they would serve his purpose, as he brought the wagon to a full stop.

The Baal Shem Tov took his walking stick and slowly climbed down from the wagon. He leaned heavily on the stick for support. He was bent as he approached the disheveled children. To Alexei and Mruczek, the Baal Shem Tov seemed to be much older than before. Slowly he made his way forward. 

The youngest of the children, the four and five year olds, were each accomplished beggars. The older boys had mostly graduated to petty thievery and picking pockets. They were all dressed in rags and none had shoes on their feet. They all gathered around the Holy Man. The Baal Shem Tov had a kind word and a small coin for each of them. When he turned back towards the wagon, the Baal Shem Tov stood erect. His face was shining. He no longer leaned on his staff when he walked back to the wagon and practically jumped into the front seat next to Alexei. Mruczek climbed into his lap. 

Alexei turned and looked at the Baal Shem Tov. A question circulated in his mind about the miraculous transformation that had taken place in his employer's posture. The question almost formed as words before he chose to refrain from asking. Instead, he said “Reb Yisrael, you are looking well. Did you find what you were seeking here?”

The Baal Shem Tov responded, “This was a fortuitous and productive encounter. With these youths, I traded some of my age and wisdom for some of their youthfulness and stamina. Now they are all a bit wiser and I am a bit stronger and healthier. The older of the boys have also committed to stealing less and to be more charitable. So, all told, this was profitable for everyone, the boys, for me, and for the townsfolk of Liozna. I didn't, however, find the person whom I am seeking. For that, we will, it seems, need to search for another gaggle of street urchins.” The Baal Shem Tov waved his hand, signaling to Alexei to continue onward through the streets of Liozna. 

When another group of street boys came into view, Alexei urged the horses to a stop. The Baal Shem Tov disembarked and walked to the cluster of urchins. Once again, the Baal Shem Tov had kind words and small coins for each of the troubled boys.

The last lad that the Baal Shem Tov approached was the smallest of the boys, a child that was barely four years old. He stood somewhat apart from the others. He clutched a filthy blanket in one hand and was sucking on a thumb. Tears were running down his cheeks. 

The Baal Shem Tov knelt on one knee so as to speak with the child. The Baal Shem Tov removed a handkerchief from a pocket and cleaned the boy's face as he spoke with him. After a few minutes, the Baal Shem Tov stood. He looked about at the rundown buildings of the surrounding area until, it seems, he saw what he was looking for. Then, he took the small boy by his tiny hand and the two walked away from the other boys and the wagon as well where Alexei and Mruczek sat. 

Alexei and Mruczek looked in the direction that the Baal Shem Tov and the urchin were walking. The street was desolate and the buildings were bleak, with the exception of one window. From that window a light emitted. This was where they were headed. The closer they got, the brighter the light shone until the Baal Shem Tov and the boy disappeared into the magnificent light and then the light folded into itself and was gone.

Perhaps an hour passed before the Baal Shem Tov re-emerged and walked back alone to the waiting wagon. “Our mission here is accomplished. We can move on,” he informed Alexei. 

“I thought that you said that we were coming to Liozna because a great sage will be born here soon. What of this birth and the sage?” asked Alexei. 

“All is now settled on that account,” the Baal Shem Tov responded. “He will assuredly be born a few decades from now.”

“Decades?” Stuttered Alexei. “But, but, but…”

The Baal Shem Tov calmly explained. “That young boy, I took him to the cheder and presented him to the melamed. I paid his tuition and arranged for the boy, a place to live. He will be a wonderful student and excel in all of his learning. When he has learned what he can from the cheder he will go on to the Gymnasium and then the University where he will study medicine. He will become one of the best doctors in the entire region.”

“But,” asked Alexei, “what does that have to do with the sage?”

The Baal Shem Tov sighed, before continuing. “Years from now there will be a small girl in Liozna who will be very sick. No one will know what to do for her. Her family will be desperate. She will be close to death when she is placed in the care of the doctor that the street urchin will become. He will save her life.”

The Baal Shem Tov sat quietly for a few minutes. “She will grow up. She will marry. She will give birth to a boy who will grow to be a great sage. Our work here, for now, is done. Now, head south. We have much to do in other places and many, many versts to travel, before we can go home.”

For the rest of the story, follow the links here:

1) A Cat and the Baal Shem Tov 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/the-baal-shem-tov-and-cat.html

2) How Mruczek - The One Who Purrs - Came to Live with Alexei  

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/how-mruczek-one-who-purrs-came-to-live.html

3) Alexei's Inheritance, Mruczek the Cat and the Mysterious Traveler 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/alexeis-inheritance-mruczek-cat-and.html

4) Alexei and Mruczek Learn to Read

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/alexei-and-mruczek-learn-to-read.html?m=1

5) Alexei's Doubts & The Great First Leap of Faith 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/alexeis-doubts-great-first-leap-of-faith.html?m=1

6) Herring for Breakfast in Moskve 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/herring-for-breakfast-in-moskve.html

7) From Moskve to Liozna

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/04/from-moskve-to-liozna.html

8) The Street Urchin of Liozna

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/04/the-street-urchin-of-liozna.html

9) A Clock for Safed 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/04/a-clock-for-safed.html?m=1

10) Taking Time to Explain Time 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/05/taking-time-to-explain-time.html?m=1

From Moskve to Liozna

 When Alexei brought the wagon to the front of the inn, the Baal Shem Tov climbed into the front seat beside him. Mruczek sat in the Baal Shem Tov’s lap, taking in the sights of the marvelous city. The Baal Shem Tov gave Alexei orders that weaved the wagon through the web of streets, into a rough industrial district until they arrived at the back door and loading dock of a warehouse. 

Here the Baal Shem Tov disembarked. He knocked a coded message on the door. The door opened a crack, and a bearded man stood in the doorway. A hushed dialogue ensued. Then, the door was fully opened and Mruczek and Alexei were able to see a printing press inside the warehouse as well as wooden crates stacked by the door. Several cases were furtively loaded into the back of the cart. The crates were covered with woolen blankets, hiding them from the sight of prying eyes. 

The Baal Shem Tov returned to his position seated next to Alexei in the front of the wagon. Mruczek returned to her position, sitting in his lap. The wagon rolled on through the streets of Moskve. From here, the wagon entered an upscale commercial district with fine shops lining the streets. Well dressed people rode in fashionable droshkies and walked about, looking in the shop windows. 

The Baal Shem Tov’s directions to Alexei brought the wagon to a clock maker's shop. Here, the Baal Shem Tov once again disembarked and entered the shop, leaving Alexei and Mruczek waiting in the wagon. Minutes later, the shopkeeper's assistants carried a tall, elaborately decorative clock out through the door and placed it carefully into the wagon. The clock was quickly wrapped in woolen blankets and further protected with straw. 

The Baal Shem Tov instructed Alexei to follow a broad boulevard that ran nearly due west, and to inform him when they were well clear of Moskve. The Baal Shem Tov and Mruczek rested amongst the piles of straw in the back of the cart. Alexei urged the horses forward, in the direction of the descending sun. When he brought the wagon to a rest in a meadow where he could graze the horses, the afternoon was well advanced. The Baal Shem Tov was snoring contentedly and Mruczek was comfortably resting on the Holy Man's chest and purring. 

“Where are we headed from here, Reb Yisrael?” Alexei asked. 

The Baal Shem Tov answered his young driver, “When the horses are done grazing and harnessed once more, we will continue westward directly to Liozna in Lithuania. We will be there shortly.”

Of course, such a trip is a very long distance, hundreds of versts and many days traveling across frontiers and borders, when traveling by horse drawn-wagon. Alexei, by this point, knew better than to question the Baal Shem Tov’s intentions. With some trepidation and a certain degree of stoicism or perhaps fatalism Alexei prepared the horses and wagon for the next phase of the expedition. The Baal Shem Tov patiently hummed a nigun while petting Mruczek, waiting for Alexei to be finished. 

Alexei climbed into the driver's seat. With some trepidation, he set himself to the impossible task at hand. However, before he could snap the reins to encourage his horses forward, the Baal Shem Tov spoke up. 

“Alexei, there are aspects of the voyages that we will take together that are beyond your capacity to understand. Perhaps they are even dangerous for you to experience. When we crossed the river and flew to Moskve, I recognized that was shocking and disturbing for you. It isn't, I assure you, black magic or witchcraft, chas v'shalom. There is a scientific principle to our leap of distance, the kefitzat haderech as we call it, although it is a complicated Kabbalistic science, one that you are not prepared to comprehend.”

The Baal Shem Tov once again hummed a nigun and sat swaying for a while before he began speaking again. 

“So, young man,” he continued, “I believe that it is in your best interest that we spare you some of the stress. I want you, for now, to turn around and face the back of the wagon, but keep the reins in your hands.” Alexei turned himself towards the back of his wagon. The Baal Shem Tov continued speaking. “Now, take your scarf and wrap it around your head, completely covering your eyes.” Alexei did as he was told. 

With their driver in this position, the horses began to walk, then trots and soon they flew amongst the clouds with the wagon comfortably following, the kefitzat haderech taking place with Alexei protected from further shock. Mruczek, perched herself in the very front of the wagon, overlooking the horses, observing the swirling of space all around. In nearly no measurable time the wagon was approaching the outskirts of Liozna.

The Baal Shem Tov once again spoke to Alexei. “Young man, you can now unwrap your eyes and once again take control of your wagon. You will need to bring it down on the road that is below us.” Alexei pulled on the reins and encouraged the horses towards the ground well below them. It is difficult to say exactly how much the blindfolding helped in reducing his stress. Nonetheless, Alexei calmly landed the vehicle and drove the horses into Liozna. Mruczek returned to the back of the wagon and the Baal Shem Tov’s lap. 

The rest of the story, so far:

1) A Cat and the Baal Shem Tov 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/the-baal-shem-tov-and-cat.html

2) How Mruczek - The One Who Purrs - Came to Live with Alexei  

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/how-mruczek-one-who-purrs-came-to-live.html

3) Alexei's Inheritance, Mruczek the Cat and the Mysterious Traveler 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/alexeis-inheritance-mruczek-cat-and.html

4) Alexei and Mruczek Learn to Read

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/alexei-and-mruczek-learn-to-read.html?m=1

5) Alexei's Doubts & The Great First Leap of Faith 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/alexeis-doubts-great-first-leap-of-faith.html?m=1

6) Herring for Breakfast in Moskve 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/03/herring-for-breakfast-in-moskve.html

7) From Moskve to Liozna

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/04/from-moskve-to-liozna.html

8) The Street Urchin of Liozna

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/04/the-street-urchin-of-liozna.html?m=1

9) A Clock for Safed 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/04/a-clock-for-safed.html?m=1

10) Taking Time to Explain Time 

https://21stcenturybogatyr.blogspot.com/2026/05/taking-time-to-explain-time.html?m=1