Name: Luli
Gender: Female
Writing language: Slovak
About me: I am a very proud and loud Jewish girl!!
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This is home, where I belong,
In this breath, in this heart,
This is home, where I belong.
Volám sa Lea Pallas a toto je môj príbeh.
Narodila som sa do židovskej rodiny na Slovensku, v krajine, kde sa judaizmus považuje za etnickú menšinu. Moji predkovia prežili neprežiteľné a odvážili sa byť odvážni, pokračujúc v životnej línii sily a statočnosti. Napriek tomu, že moji predkovia čelili neuveriteľne ťažkým okolnostiam, nielenže prežili, ale preukázali aj odvahu a odhodlanie pokračovať v rodinnej tradícii. Odovzdali nám tento odkaz odolnosti a vytrvalosti, ktorý ovplyvnil mňa a moju rodinu.
Aj keď moja krajina nie je najotvorenejšia v koncepcii prijímania menšín, moji rodičia ma vychovávali v domácnosti, kde sa oslavovali a ctili židovské tradície a hodnoty. V mojej krajine nie je židovská škola a komunita je pomerne malá, ale moji rodičia odviedli vynikajúcu prácu pri zachovávaní nášho dedičstva. Vďaka nim mám hlboké, nezlomné puto s judaizmom. Naučili ma o dôležitosti nášhonáboženstva a ukázali mi jeho krásy.
Od detstva som však pociťovala, že som iná ako ostatní. Nechápte ma zle, vždy som mala veľa kamarátov, mala som rovnaké mimoškolské aktivity - chodila som na hodiny klavíra alebo spievala v zbore - a každý víkend som chodila s rodičmi na ihrisko. Mala som krásne detstvo plné nezabudnuteľných spomienok. Bola som to najšťastnejšie dieťa.
Ale hlboko v mojej mysli bol ten trpký pocit, ktorý ma upozorňoval na to, aby som sa ľuďom nezverila s pravdou. Nie, že by som sa za to hanbila, práve naopak. Judaizmus bol pre mňa vzácnou časťou mojej odobnosti a je ňou dodnes.
Ale keď som vyrastala, počula som mnohé príbehy o udalostiach, o ktorých iné deti v mojom veku ani nevedeli, že sa stali. Toľko tragických nepredstaviteľných vecí, ktorými si moji predkovia museli prejsť. A holokaust nepostihol nežidov, tak prečo by o ňom mali počuť, však?
Nie. Práve naopak. Boli to ich starí rodičia, kvôli ktorým sa tieto strašné veci stali MOJIM starým rodičom. Znie to kruto, no je to pravda. A kvôli týmto myšlienkam a obavám som sa rozhodla udržať v tajnosti to, čo si najviac vážim. Niekoľko rokov to fungovalo. Moji priatelia nevedeli prečo Vianoce neslávim, ani o dôvode, prečo nechodím v nedele do kostola. A ja som im neposkytla vysvetlenie. Možno to bolo v dôsledku strachu. Strachu z odmietnutia. Strachu z opakovania histórie, ak zdelím príliš veľa informácii. Strachu z nepochopenia.
Rozhodla som sa, že bude lepšie, ak si tieto informácie nechám pre seba. Necítila som potrebu povedať ľuďom, kto skutočne som.
Ale keď som začala chodiť do židovských táborov, všetko sa zmenilo. Môj prvý tábor trval dva týždne v nejakej dedine v Maďarsku. Moja mamka tam bola, keď bola v mojom veku, a slúbila, že tábor bude úžasný. Dovtedy som nikdy nebola na žiadnom židovskom tábore. Veľmi som sa bála. Hlavou sa mi začali preháňať otázky:
"Čo to bude? Som dostatočne židovská? Zapadnem tam?"
Ukázalo sa, že som nielen zapadla, ale hlavne som prežila najlepšie leto svojho života. Tak som sa zamilovala do Szarvasu.
Kto by bol povedal, že letný tábor plný Židov v mojom veku bude takou nezabudnuteľnou spomienkou? Vtedy som si uvedomila, že to bol prvý moment, keď som bola stopercentne sama sebou pred cudzími ľuďmi, ktorí sa neskôr stali mojimi najlepšími priateľmi. V hlave som nemala žiadny znepokojujúci hlas. Napĺňalo ma iba šťastie a čistá úprimnosť. Bola som sama sebou a užívala som si to. Vtedy som pochopila, aké dôležité pre mňa Židovstvo je. Je to to, čo ma formuje. To, čo ma zrkadlí. Moja vášeň, moja láska, moja rodina, moji priatelia, môj domov.
A od tej chvíle som sa rozhodla prestať sa báť. Začala som hovoriť o svojej najvýraznejšej charakteristike hlasno a hrdo. Judaizmus sa stal definíciou mňa a ja som sa stala definíciou judaizmu.
Vstúpila som do židovských inštitúcií, začala som byť aktívna v komunite, začala som spolupracovať so židovskými mládežníckymi organizáciami. A začala som hovoriť pred publikom. Bol to taký oslobodzujúci a obohacujúci pocit vzdelávať ľudí a hovoriť o veciach, ktoré mám najradšej.
Neviem si predstaviť, aký by bol môj život bez judaizmu. Moji priatelia v rodnom meste, ktorí nie sú Židia, nikdy nepochopia lásku, ktorú prechovávam k svojmu náboženstvu. Moje náboženstvo je to, čo tvorí mňa. Dalo mi všetko. Rodinu, lásku, útechu, nádej, odhodlanie a mohla by som takto pokračovať donekonečna.
Judaizmus tu bude pre mňa vždy. Aby ma podporoval, zdokonaľoval, ochraňoval. A ja budem navždy milovať to, že som Židovka. Pretože to je domov, kam patrím.
This is home, where I belong,
In this breath in this heart.
This is home, where I belong.
My name is Lea Pallas and this is my story.
I was born to a Jewish family in Slovakia, a country where Judaism is considered as an ethnic minority. My ancestors survived the unsurvivable and dared to be bold, continuing the lifeline of strength and fortitude. Despite facing incredibly difficult circumstances, my ancestors not only survived but also showed courage and determination to carry on the family tradition. They passed down this legacy of resilience and perseverance, which has influenced me and my family.
Even though my country is rather new to the concept of accepting minorities, my parents raised me in a household where Jewish traditions and values were celebrated and honored. There is no Jewish school in my country, and the community is rather small, but my parents did an excellent job of preserving our heritage.. Thanks to them I have a deep, unbreakable bond with Judaism. They taught me about the importance of our religion and showed me the magnificence of it.
Since I was a child, I´ve felt the sense of being different from others. Don´t get me wrong, I have always had plenty of friends, had the same extracurriculars- taking piano classes or singing in a choir- and went to the playground with my parents every weekend. I had a beautiful childhood full of unforgettable memories. I was the happiest kid.
But there was this bitter feeling in the back of my mind, alarming me from telling people the truth. Not that I was ashamed of it, quite the opposite. Judaism was such a precious thing to me and still is to this day.
But growing up I have heard stories about events that other kids my age didn't even know happened. So many tragical unimaginable things my ancestors had to go through. And the Holocaust didn't affect the non-Jews, so why should they hear about it, right?
No. On the contrary. It was their grandparents that made these horrendous things happen to MY grandparents. As harshly as it sounds, it is true. And out of apprehension I decided to keep the thing I value the most in secret. For a few years it worked. My friends didn't know
I don't celebrate Christmas or the reason I don't visit the church at all. And I didn´t give an explanation. Maybe it was as a result of fear. Fear of rejection. Fear of the history repeating again, if I share too much. Fear of not being understood. I decided that it is better if I keep this information to myself. I didn't feel the need to tell people who I truly am.
But when I started going to Jewish camps, everything changed. My first camp was 2 weeks long in some village in Hungary. My mom had been there when she was my age and she promised that the camp is going to be amazing. Until then I have never been to any Jewish camp. I was so scared. Questions started running through my head:
„What is it going to be? Do I know all the prayers? Am I Jewish enough? Will I fit in?“
Turns out, not only did I fit in, I also had the best summer of my life. That is how I fell in love with Szarvas.
Who would've guessed that a summer camp full of Jews my age would be such an unforgettable memory? That was when I realized that this was the first moment I was 100% myself in front of strangers who later became my best friends. There was no worrying voice in my head. Only happiness and pure honesty. I was myself and I loved it. At that point I understood how important the aspect of being Jewish for me is. It is what shapes me. What resembles me. My passion, my love, my family, my friends, my home.
And from that moment I decided to stop being scared. I started talking about my most defining trait loudly and proudly. Judaism became my definition and I became the definition of Judaism.
And from that moment I decided to stop being scared. I started talking about my most defining trait loudly and proudly. Judaism became my definition and I became the definition of Judaism.
I joined Jewish institutions, became active in the community, started working with Jewish youth organizations. And I have started talking in front of audiences. It was such a freeing and enriching feeling to educate people and talk about the things I love most.
I can't imagine what my life would be without Judaism. My friends in my hometown who are not Jewish will never understand the love I have for my religion. My religion is what forms me. It has given me everything. Family, love, comfort, hope, determination and I could go on and on.
Judaism will always be there for me. To support me, improve me, guard me. And I will forever love being Jewish. Because this is the home, where I belong.
Judaism will always be there for me. To support me, improve me, guard me. And I will forever love being Jewish. Because this is the home, where I belong.
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