Table Read - Love and Darkness - Act 1

Episode Date: September 5, 2023

ACT 1: We witness Dov Katz's forbidden love for Inga, a non-Jewish girl from their town, much to the dismay of his father, Rabbi Avrum Katz. Meanwhile, Wolf, Dov's brother and a Jewish freedom fighter, returned from Poland with news of the raging war engulfing Europe. Adding to the intrigue, Avrum received a mysterious letter from his estranged father, Moshe, in Budapest, which may hold clues to their unsettling fate revealed in the opening flash forward: becoming prisoners in a Hungarian Jewish Labor unit. ____ LOVE & DARKNESS is a multi-generational saga tracking the triumphs and tragedies of a large, powerful Hungarian Jewish family during WWII. Based on an incredible true story. A Hungarian Rabbi, Avrum Katz, and his family face a relentless storm of anti-Semitic oppression in 1941 Hungary. When their lives are shattered by a secret revealed and a shocking act of violence, they're thrust into a world of dark secrets and impossible choices. As they struggle for survival on the brutal frontlines of war, 'Love & Darkness' is an epic tale of family, sacrifice, and the enduring strength of the human spirit. ____ Presented by Nomono and recorded exclusively with Nomono Sound Capsules. The Table Read Podcast is partnering with HIAS, a Jewish-American nonprofit organization that provides humanitarian aid and assistance to refugees, for this series. ____ Follow Table Read (@TableReadPodcastLA) on Instagram for more info! Visit: https://www.tablereadpodcast.com/ Contact: [e-mail]   See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Numano and Table Read present Love and Darkness, based on the incredible and brave stories of the true Vesicuccia, Joseph Braun and his family. Love and Darkness by Sonny Pustiglione Exterior forest, Ukrainian steppes, day. A dense forest, thick with pine and spruce. A pair of doves take flight just as a saiga antelope bursts from the trees. The antelope scans the area, locates a patch of foliage to suffer on. Mid-naw, the antelope's ears pop back, nose-sniffs sensing danger.

Quickly he clambers off as a column of uniformed men, 200 in number, under the watchful eyes of Hungarian soldiers on horseback, marching to frame. Over which a chyron appears. Hungarian-Russian border, June 25th, 1941. The uniformed men are Hungarian Jews. Some wear yarmulkes, all carry pickaxes and shovels.

They are members of the Hungarian Army's forced labor battalions. Conscripted Hungarian Jews no longer allowed to serve in combat due to Hungary's anti-Jewish laws. The Jewish men are exhausted and worn down, but will themselves to keep moving. Exterior Ukrainian forest, night. With our column of Jewish men marching up the side of a hill,

Ben Fortes turns to Moshe, 70, struggling to keep up. Tempango, they'll have us digging in a coal mine. Ukraine's rich in coal. March me to the gates of hell, as long as there's bread and soup. The regiment commander, 28, baby-faced aristocrat, passes the column on horseback. Settle yourself. The encampment's just on the far side of this hill.

Find Avram Katz, 47. Imposingly tall and handsome. Father, leader, rabbi. A non-orthodox rabbi. No pay-as-side curls, no beard. Avram's a neologue rabbi. A beat as Avram barely notices Ben sidle up next to him. Do you think it's a neologue, Rabbi. A beat as Avram barely notices Ben sidle up next to him.

Do you think it's a coal mine, Rabbi? I think no matter where they march us, there won't be bread and soup at the end. Avram shoots a glance over at Moshe. As Ben takes this grim fact in, the column continues to march. After a moment...

I heard you recently became a grandfather. Mazel tov. My oldest son had a boy, Janos. Moshe interjects. He chose a Hungarian name? The boy's a Jew. He's also a Hungarian. Not to them. Moshe indicates the regiment commander, who spurs his horse and rides to the front of the column. As the Jewish men reach the top of the hill,

the pops and thunder of explosions can be heard. They exchange frightened looks as their destination becomes clearer. What the men see in the valley below sends a chill down their collective spines. Thousands of jittery soldiers are formationed behind columns of tanks, jeeps, and motorized bicycles. We recognize their uniforms as the same uniform worn by our labor battalion's regiment commander.

That's the 2nd Hungarian Karabakh Division. We're at the front. The Jewish men look behind the Hungarian lines as Hungarian artillery commanders shout barely audible instructions to subordinates while assessing the range of the Russian army positions five kilometers away. Blast after blast of incoming Russian artillery fire checkers the field. At the top of the hill on Avram, Ben and Moshe, as they quietly take in the scope of the conflict,

all three are clearly shaken, though Avram, for his own reasons. Avram and Ben exchange a look. I'd forgotten the sound of battle. A blast explodes a supply truck, turning it into a smoldering fireball, sending flame shards at the Hungarian soldiers

within its proximity. The soldiers' uniforms catch fire. Dozens burn alive. Their desperate screams echo. Back to Avram, then in motion, as they gasp at this horrid sight. I'd forgotten the sound of battle. Fear God. Be wary of man. Exterior battlefield, a few moments later.

exterior battlefield a few moments later avram's labor battalion marches behind the hungarian lines as russian artillery continues its onslaught a deafening explosion pops overhead the jewish men take cover on your right out of the way the jewish men step aside as two hungarian soldiers carrying a stretcher rushed toward the rear of column. Avram sees a wounded officer on the stretcher, clocking bloody stumps where his legs should be. Tense whispers among the scared Jewish men. What's going on? The regiment commander rides back to the group and veers to a halt converging with a runner, 20, to discuss orders.

From their heated exchange and the look on the regiment commander's face, something's wrong. Company, attention. The Jewish men braced themselves. Drop your tools. We march for the right flank. Double step. We don't need our tools. Avram and the others tossed their tools aside. Tracking with Avram Ben-Himoshia and two companies of the labor battalion as they marched through a forest in double time toward the Hungarian right flank.

After a brisk jaunt, the Jewish men reached their destination, the forest's tree line, where a group of Hungarian officers commiserate over a set of battlefield maps. Beyond the tree line

is a field of tall grass, untouched by combat. Company, halt! Avram then in motion watched the regiment commander confer privately with a Hungarian major. Avram then begins reciting

a Hebrew prayer to himself. Will prayer put food in your belly or save you from dying tonight? I don't pray for myself. I pray for my sons and their sons, that they may be well and I see them once again.

We can pray for your children if you wish. A waste of prayers. My sons, bad seeds, every one of them. There are no bad sons, only bad fathers. Moshe laughs off the insult. Ben listens closely. My oldest boy's a coward. I should pray for him?

He's still your firstborn. His mother took her own life. She was sick. The doctors called it schizophrenia, yet he blames me. Prayers weren't heard for that woman, Rabbi. And prayers for your sons or mine are the hollowest of words to a sour God. The regiment commander gives a stiff salute to the major, then turns his horse toward the company. The regiment commander handpicks five men from the front of the column

of the Jewish labor battalion. Ben turns, face Ashen. The commander just ordered five labor men to march forward. March? That's it? On Avram, Ben and Moshe slowly making their way up to the front of the column to see five Jewish men, shoulder to shoulder, tentatively walking into the field. Avram pans to the field and sees. Ten yards into the field lies the destroyed remains of the wounded officer's horse, the one carried on the stretcher, and the soldier's missing legs. Avram realizes just as, boom, a landmine explodes, killing one of the Jewish men, sending his lower body and torso in opposite directions. Another man breaks into a run, but only makes it a few feet before he two-steps on a mine,

the explosion launching his body further into the field and detonating a second mine upon its landing, then one after the other. The remaining three Jewish men die in mine explosions, leaving an eerie silence. The rest of the Jewish men gulp and agitate, now realizing they are being ordered to clear a minefield. Next. One. Two. Three. Four. Avram steps out of formation.

Rabbi, no. Commander, please. Five. Don't do this. The Russians are breaking through our center and we've been ordered to clear this field for the German 1st Panzer Army. You Jews wish to be treated like Hungarians, Rabbi?

Now's your chance to fight for your country. Fight? Most of us did fight in the Great War when Hungary was mother to us all. This is not fighting. It's madness. You're a young man. Would you have such deaths on your conscience? The regiment commander's demeanor appears to soften. Then... You think too highly of my conscience. Line up! Avram doesn't move.

Instead, closes his eyes to pray. I said line up! Allow the fool his prayers. I'll march in his place. Avram's eyes snap open, ready to protest Moshe's gesture but Moshe shoves him aside and steps forward Suit yourself old man but this field is

wide and the rabbi will march no exceptions As Moshe takes his place with the other four men he turns to Avram Perhaps it's best I can't save you I know it must infuriate you to be in debt to a man like me. Then Moshe and the four other Jewish men begin tentatively walking forward into the field.

Moshe stops for a moment, turns back to Avram, eyes filled with tears. Bullets fired from an officer's sidearm whistle through the grass. Moshe puts up his hands. Okay, okay. Stay on Moshe as he takes a few steps. Off screen we hear the pop of a mine detonating. Then another, and another, and finally the last one, signaling the death of the four other Jewish men walking with Moshe. Only Moshe is left. He might reach the other side of the minefield. He might live. Might. Then, boom.

The explosion throws Moshe backwards in a cloud of smoke and blood. He lands out of sight in the tall grass. On Avram, eyes tearing, hit with a wave of emotion. An eerie silence sets in as Avram looks out into the minefield. Goodbye, father.

Slam to black. Two weeks earlier. Over black we hear the sounds of a baby crying. Interior cat's family barn, night. Absent are spales of hay and farm equipment in favor of party decorations and trays of Hungarian Jewish delicacies. Dozens of well-dressed regular folk gather around a table. At the head of the table we find Avril wearing a talus,

standing next to his first born, Isaac, 24, loyal, consistent, and reliable. Next to Isaac is his wife, Bella, 20, a simple farm girl with dreams of being a bon vivant. Their son, eight-day-old Janos, rests on a white pillow, crying profusely. As Avram recites a Hebrew prayer, Isaac pins down Janos' flailing legs.

Janos, stop crying. I'm sorry you're so finicky, Papa. He barely slept last night. Would you? Knowing tomorrow someone was going to cut your schmeckle. Angle on SariCats40 and EdenCats14. Sari is Avram's wife.

She runs their house with a doting yet firm hand. Eden's one of their daughters, a gifted musician with a gentle spirit. Sari checks the barn door, then turns to Eden. Where's Dolph? He said he was going in town to pick up a gift. Back to Avram and Isaac as Avram draws the capella, brisk knife.

But as Avram inches the sharp blade closer, about to cut, Isaac's nerves set in. He grows woozy, heels over and vomits. Isaac attempts to gather himself under a chorus of good nature laughs from the guests. It appears the father's finicky too. As Isaac regains his legs, he looks to Avril, the wilder. As you say it, I realize I'm a father now. How will I know what to do? I barely know what to do for myself. Some of your children will be timid, some strong, some wild things. Be a good man

and you'll be a good father. Isaac considers his crying son. The room falls magically silent as he lifts the boy into his arms and sings him the classic Hungarian lullaby, Tente Baba Tente.

Sleep, baby, sleep, close your eyes. Sleep, tilting little teen, little rosebud. A fine little sleepy. Under which Janos is falling fast asleep. Isaac places Janos gently on the white pillow. Avram cuts the foreskin. Puzzle tough. The guests respond. Muzzle dog! The guests respond.

Rose of 30s, the family's nurse, wearing a rosary bead bracelet, walks over. Takes Janos and nods to Avram. Muzzle dog! At the barn's entrance we find Dove, 22, Avram's third oldest. Dove is the family darling, the one who excels at everything he does. Sari approaches Dove. No gift could be so meaningful as to miss your nephew's bris. That would depend on the gift.

A stocky man enters the barn holding a small duffel bag. This is Wolf, 23, Avram's second oldest son. Wolf's gruff,ram's second oldest son. Wolf's gruff, less polished than his brothers. He's a rebel, but a rebel with a cause, Zionism. Sari covers her mouth as tears of joy emerge. His presence tonight was hoped for, but not expected. Wolf!

Sari runs over to Wolf, hugging him as only a mother could. Wolf breaks the embrace that makes eye contact with Isaac, Wolf. Ugh. Forgive me, brother. I smell like petrol and cow shit. Isaac laughs as he and Wolf converge for an emotion-filled hug. Avram looks to Wolf and smiles. His boy is home. His son's reunited. Pre-lap. Benny Goodman's in the mood.

Interior cat's family bar night. The post-briss reception. Music, food, dancing. Sari, Isaac, and Dove surround Wolf. Sari's tears continue to flow. The last time you were killed over in such a state? We're outside that swing bar in Pesh. Fatherhood breeds nerves.

And as I recall, you were right beside me in that same sorry state. Bella, Isaac's wife, approaches and hands over Janos to Isaac. Say hello to your nephew, Janus. I see his papa's eyes and ears. Handsome, like his Uncle Wolf. And on pace to be as chubby. My grandson's appetite is perfectly healthy for a newborn. Then what's your excuse, Wolf?

Wolf smiles, considers Janos affectionately. Janos. May God bless him from Torah to Hora. Where is he? Slamming into Wolf with an aggressive hug is D'Vorah, 18, Avram's oldest daughter with her younger sister Eden in tow. D'Vorah is beautiful, whimsical, and wild, a force of nature, as she pats Wolf's belly.

I missed you so. And it appears there's more of you to miss. Isaac and Dove shoot a look to Wolf. The only food left in the south of France is mutton. Ew, mutton's too gamey. Eden, I stumbled across this in Lyon. Judy Garland sings on it. Wolf presents a 78 RPM record to Eden, the Wizard of Oz.

I love her. I can't wait to listen. Devorah grabs Eden by the arm. Eden, come on. Dance with me. What? How? Eden! I'm talking.

Talk to him later. This is my song. Every song is her song. Vulf studies D'Vorah as she drags Eden away. The sisters cross out as Avram approaches. Vulf stiffens, nervous. Papa? Avram warmly considers his son,

then draws Vulf in for a hug. A sense of relief watches over Avram warmly considers his son, then draws Vulf in for a hug. A sense of relief watches over Avram as they separate. Six months and not a single letter? I intended to write. Then why didn't you? Perhaps I didn't want my penmanship or my politics chastised. It's not your penmanship that can get you killed. Vulf redirects the conversation,

indicates Dove. This one's beginning Debrecen in the fall. Admiral Horthy allows a Jew into medical school. The right must be screaming progressive. There'll be a doctor in the family. You must be proud. I am proud of all

my sons, Hushka. Wolf allows himself a smile. Approaching now is Uncle Yehuda, 43, a butcher by trade, and his dutiful wife, Ruth, 35. Uncle Yehuda is Avram's younger brother. He's carrying a giant gift box with a blue bow. It's an unassembled crib.

My boy. Uncle Yehuda and Ruth. Uncle Yehuda. Aunt Ruth. Uncle Yehuda slides the box over to Isaac. Isaac, take this. Mazel tov. What a lavish gift, Uncle. It's from Grandpa Moshe.

My gift was schlepping it all the way from Budapest. I hope your wife likes it. It looks expensive. I have no doubt she'll love it. Avram? Uncle Yehuda leaves Avram over to the side, out of the family's earshot. He asks for you? His first great-grandchild and he doesn't attend the baris? The old man knows he's not welcome, but he sends his words.

Uncle Yehuda presents an envelope. Avram's hesitant to accept it. Take it. So I can have a glass of wine. Avram grabs the envelope and considers it. As Uncle Yehuda moves off, Avram looks up. Sees Sari staring back at him with an uneasy look. Interior cat's family barn, night.

Behind a serving table, Isaac cube cuts a loaf of challah as Wolf holds court with Dov and Sari. Sur de la resistance, liberation sur. Our group smuggles them submachine guns, grenades, pistols, anything we can get our hands on, and they pay well. Same thing with the Poland, with the Polish Home Army. But we don't take the money from Poles. Them we trade.

Trade for what? Under which Isaac tosses Wolf a piece of challah. Wolf tastes it. Delicious. He nods approvingly to Sari, then answers Isaac. Guns for Jews. Those who have escaped from the ghetto. Dov checks his watch, nervously, then...

I hear Germany's advanced almost 200 miles into Russia. Where'd you hear that? The BBC. As Avram walks over. It's almost impossible to believe. Hitler caught them completely by surprise. Whole armies are surrendering. There's a joke on the front.

The only Germans dying in Russia are from gonorrhea. Rumors speak of Hungary invading Russia from the south. Invade Russia? Impossible. It's already begun. The 2nd Mechanized Carpath Division is being moved into the Ukraine as we speak. At that moment, Sari notices an attractive young woman, 22. We'll come to know her as Inga, standing at the barn's entrance. Isn't that the carpenter's daughter?

Inga. Inga's eyes land on Dove, sending him a powerful romantic gaze, a gaze he noticeably returns. Dove steps away to greet Inga. Avram turns to Isaac. The girl shopped in the store once. She bought a wedge of brie.

Thank Hashem, his taste improved. Remember his high school sweetheart? Isaac makes a face. She wasn't attractive. But under the weight of Avram's scrutinous stare, Isaac reverts from being a playful brother to his father's son. She was Jewish. As this notion echoes, Sari, Isaac, and Wolf look to Avram on how best to proceed.

We should welcome her. Avram takes Sari by the hand and leads her toward Dov and Inga. Isaac and Vulf exchange a look. Then Vulf pulls out a flask from his breast pocket and takes a squig. Isaac indicates the flask. Vulf passes it over.

Pour us whiskey. Isaac takes a long swig himself. Interior cat family barn a few moments later. Dove ushers Inga into the party. She's a bundle of nerves. Is this dress appropriate for... Briss. It's perfect.

Avram and Sari approach, all smiles. Inga, these are my parents, Avram and Sari Katz. Thank you for coming. Rabbi Cats, Mother Cats. That's a beautiful dress. I made it myself. I wasn't sure if it was appropriate for, uh, Brice. So, you're a dressmaker?

No, my fingers are too thin for sewing. I just finished my first year of nursing school. An awkward moment of silence, then. I want her to try your challah. She and my Aunt Ruth, they make the dough from scratch. Sounds delicious. It was nice finally meeting both of you. Dough leads Inga away. Avram watches them go. At least she's tall. She said, finally. Finally. Has it been that long under our noses? A long beat as both Avram and Sari take in Inga's presence and what it ultimately means.

Sandor, 12, one of Avram and Sari's younger children, comes over. Papa, can I taste some wine? Avram, distracted by his anger toward Dov, delivers it hot. No, Sandor, you're too young. Sandor nods, then mopes away, hanged on. Avram turns to Sari. One night, my sister Miriam met a Christian boy at a town dance. The next morning, morning, my grandfather called him to the house and told him,

if she betrays her religion, she'll betray you. And this was at 13. Don't you dare say anything so cruel to that poor girl. It's just a story. It's not just a story, Avram. Sari summons a host's smile and approaches Uncle Yehuda, leaving Avram alone to contemplate. As he does, he spots young Sandor sitting alone,

glumly staring down at the floor. Avram walks over, lifts his young son's face up with his index finger, and smiles. One sip. Exterior dirt road, simultaneously. An idling car engine cuts through the silence of the warm summer night. The car's driver wears a royal Hungarian Gondomarie's uniform. We'll come to know him as Captain Tibor, early 30s, deep blue eyes, military bearing.

Tibor shuts off the ignition, cups his ear and smiles as he hears the faintest echoes of the song by Mere Bistu Shane by the Andrews Sisters. The captain steals himself, adjusts his cap, and turns on the ignition. Interior cats family barn simultaneously. Under By Mere Bistu Shane,

Dolvin and Inga as they dance. Inga's mouthing the words to the song. I could say Bella, Bella, you can even seven to far. Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are. Vulf approaches, puts his arm around Dove. Can I borrow him? By all means.

Vulf ushers Dove away. Well done, brother. Stay in town long enough and you'll meet our nursing school friends. D'Vorah seems more hyperactive than usual. Has Papa taken her to see Dr. Stein? They believe she may have a precursor

to what Grandmother had. But there's no way to tell for sure. Truth is, I'm also worried for him. As Wolf and Dove watch D'Vorah dance with a carefree rhythm, they hear a series of melodic claps from offscreen. Find Sari pointedly strutting into the center of the bar and clapping in a specific clap, clap, clap, clap, clap pattern,

as if guided by a beat that is unknown to us, but everyone in the room is joyously familiar with it. Soon the entire party is clapping in complete harmony until Uncle Yehuda steps into frame as he blows the opening bars of Plexmer version of Hava Nagila on his clarinet. Wolf and Dole exchange a smile as the party erupts with excited roar. Dove exchanges a smile as the party erupts with excited roar. It's a horror. Guests sing and continue to clap as... A series of shots.

Dove and Wolf and Isaac circle up and begin whirling fast. Guests form a concentric circle around the brothers, running counterclockwise. Avram and Isaac dance, and Avram and Dove. Dove dragging Ingrid into the circle with his family. Avram shooting Asari a glance. Asari judiciously grabs Ingrid's hand and the circle continues turning. Isaac and Bella dance.

Isaac raising his son above his head. Bella turns to Isaac. I love that crib your grandfather sent us. So lavish. We must have bought it on Bassey Street. Isaac smiles technically. There's something about his expression that tells us that crib your grandfather sent us. So lavish. We must have bought it on Bassey Street. Isaac smiles technically. There's something about his expression that tells us Isaac may not love Bella as much as he should. Suddenly, the outer circle stops dancing and Uncle Yehuda's clarinet play

trails off. Something's caught their attention. What they see. At the barn's entrance stands Captain Tibor, his deep blue eyes embedded with a stony expression, unmoved by the celebration. Echoes of the Andrews sisters and Yehuda's clarinet can be heard from up the road. The room's silent, the atmosphere icy. Captain Tibor's presence creates an air of tension. Avram approaches him. We're celebrating, Captain Tibor. It's my grandson's bris. Isaac Karianos presents the baby to the captain. Captain, my first son, Janos.

A fine-looking boy. Allow us to fix you a plate. I would do well with a plate. But first... Captain Tibor indicates Inga. Inga, your father wants you home. My father mistakes me for a child. A fact you might discuss with him in person. Captain, she's my guest.

Captain Tibor pointedly measures Dov for a beat. Then, young cats. Allow me to return her to her father, to alleviate the old Magus worries. Out of the corner of his eye, Dov sees Wolf has drawn a buck knife. Dov ever so slightly shakes his head no. A signal to his brother. Stand down. The carpenter has no worries. His daughter's among friends.

I am. Thank you for your diligence, Captain, but the night's still young, there's music, and my escort will see me home. Captain Tibor processes this. Knows he can't press further and forces a wobbly smile. It appears my work here is done. Rabbi, I will take that plate of food.

As long as Mrs. Katz hollers on it for gravy dipping. Isaac and Avram lead Captain Tibor toward the food table. Avram shoots a stern look at Wolf. Somehow, perhaps it's his father's omniscience, he knew Wolf's violent intentions. As Dov and Inga watch Captain Tibor stack his food plate. Tibor's a liar. My father would never have asked him to come here.

How do you know? Because my father doesn't know about us. Off Dove. This news coming as a surprise. The camera pulls back, taking in the entirety of the party. Find young Sandor huddled in the corner, drinking a glass of wine. Interior Avram and Sari's bedroom. Kat's family home, late night. Avram sits on the edge of the bed, Dov and Inga's courtship weighing on his mind. Sari combs her hair in the mirror. When I was younger, when the empire was strong, they said, Jew, be a good Hungarian. And as a good Hungarian, even though I was a rabbi, I raised our children to be good Hungarians.

That meant attending Gentile schools, having Gentile friends. In all ways, they'd be Magyar except in their faith. And you believe you were wrong? 24 years of parenting undone because Dov brings home a shiksa? If it opened the door for him to stray from our traditions, from God, then yes. They were intimate, sorry. I saw the wild look in his eyes when Tibor spoke her name. I know that look. There's nothing you can do to stop him, no more than my father could stop you. He's a man now, Avram. He's just following his heart.

If he's truly a man, perhaps it's not his heart he's following. I never thought it would be him. Wolf, yes. D'Vorah. Not him. Under which Sari, feeling the stress resonate from Avram, approaches him, maneuvering herself in between his legs and kissing him on the lips. It's tender. Turn down the lights. What? No, not now.

No. If he's following his heart, Sari, I have to follow mine. following his heart, Sari. I have to follow mine. Avram, attempt to take away his happiness, and he'll hate you forever. Once a son turns on his father, the wound

never heals. You of all people know that. Avram considers his father's letter resting ominously on the nightstand. The envelope still sealed, the letter unread. Sari steps away from Avram, walks to her side of the bed.

Turn down the light. I'm tired. Interior synagogue, early morning. Find Avram alone, standing at the bima, donning a talus, facing the Ark of the Torah. He davens, rocking back and forth as he recites holy prayers loud. A few rabbinical students walk through the sanctuary, careful not to disturb him. They stop and listen. Tears leak from their eyes at the power of Avram's prayer.

After a beat One student nudges the others For them to move off They do At the conclusion Of Avram's prayer He pulls out the envelope Containing Moshe's letter

It's time He removes the letter And slowly reads His facial expression Turning grim What did it say? Off which we end episode one. Drawing on our Jewish values and history, for over a century, HIAS has been there for refugees when and where they need help most. Now, in more than 20 countries around the world,

we provide vital services to refugees and asylum seekers and advocate for their fundamental rights so they can rebuild their lives. Together, we can help create a world in which refugees find welcome, safety, and opportunity. To donate, volunteer, or for more ways to get involved, please visit www.highest.org.