Wednesday, August 04, 2010
De la Tentacion Libranos
We arrived to Argentina without knowing a word of Spanish and lived in a working class barrio of Gran Buenos Aires. There were few opportunities to meet educated people and my father used to take me on Sunday mornings to the Church to hear the preacher. Sometimes we also went to the synagogue, but it was far away (we had no money and avoided travelling on buses), a chaotic, noisy and badly smelling place full of Yiddisch speaking Jews reciting precipitatedly from dirty books in Hebrew while taking part on the several, simultaneous business congress going on around. Obviously it never passed through the mind of my father that we Jews should not go to a church. We were Jews like an African is black and nothing could change that. And we were immune to metaphysics to the point that it was not even considered. I liked Catholic church ceremonies, the melodic, slow, clear diction of the Padre and the welcoming attitude of the people. In my times, part of the ceremony was in Latin, which helped me to learn good Spanish, and the priests made a large effort to make the cermony and its meaning clearly understandable to the simple people attending. An hour or so each Sunday morning was spent in monotonous repeating of the Padre Nuestro, which I can quote even drunk and sleeping. "De la Tentacion libranos" - free us from temptation is part of it. I had this mantra in the back of my mind because yesterday night I broke my fasting and went into the only open food store around, a Russian non-kosher specialty food store and bought 250 gr cheese and 250 gr hering and devoured it in situ. I should not put my foot in that treyfl tempting Satanic (well, not really) place again. BTW, as temptations are supposed to be, the food was excellent.