Nozyk Synagogue in Warsaw
The next day we bought our train tickets to Brest. On the way back, we stumbled upon the only remaining synagogue left in Warsaw after the war. This synagogue still stood because it was used as a stable for German officers’ horses. Unfortunately, we only had 10 minutes there because they were about to start a service. We walked around and then so many people started to arrive that we couldn’t squeeze past them to get out. Someone asked the Rabbi if we could stay and he said to me, in perfect English, “It is a circumcision”. “I understand,” I said. By the way, “nozyk” means little knife in Russian.
One more medical emergency and then that’s it.
That night in my hotel room I had bad pains in my chest. I thought I was having a heart attack. I called for help and a doctor and paramedics come to my room. The doctor was a young woman. She was pleasant and spoke English. I had to show them my passport for identification. The doctor was visibly taken aback by the eagle on the inside page of my passport. That was interesting. She said I had jet lag and was dehydrated. After they left I felt fine. Unfortunately, I found out later that the “report” she left me with said that I was a 40-year-old male. I am female. Pretend I didn’t mention it.
That evening we went to our favorite restaurant and had spaghetti bolognese, traditional Polish rye soup with egg, and pannacotta for dessert. Very good.
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