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Summary : ' Hava '

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Rejoice!
Noga Sklar

I must begin this text confessing that I always thought this song, which has been accompanying me practically from birth, is too hackneyed. I think you all know it, the “Hava Nagila” we have danced and sung hundreds of times at weddings, Bar Mitzvahs, and other celebrations all over the world. Yes, if there’s one thing that softens the nuisance of (always) feeling like a foreigner is the real possibility of finding other Jews anywhere in the world — in some places more than in others — and share jokes and songs with them without further delay.
For example, this sensation had considerably diminished the cultural gap between Alan and me when we met, although we have never danced or sang “Hava Nagila” together until today. Imagine if this wasn’t the case.
Still, I did not hesitate one second to stop working early and postpone Rosh Hashanah dinner for a couple of hours in order to watch the “Hava Nagila” movie on PBS, as I’ve seen announced a few days before.
I did not regret.
A lot of what I’ve seen I have lived, or had heard about, having been born precisely in the place and time where thrived the chalutzim, the Jewish pioneers who settled the recently declared State of Israel starting in 1949. And let’s not forget, having been educated by Mrs. Eva Cohen, or Chava, a former leader of the Jewish youth movement in Belo Horizonte, a position I have occupied myself years later. That’s how the spirit of the music was ingrained in me, but I have never

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