The Sweetest Matzah Ever - המצה המתוקה בעולם
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A few weeks before Passover, a handful of Jewish prisoners in a Soviet labor camp in Siberia decided they wanted to celebrate the upcoming Jewish festival.
Michael Stravinsky had been chosen as their representative to request flour for baking matzahs from Vladimir Petrov, the Russian officer in charge.
The Jewish inmates knew that they might be severely punished for asking such a request. But they also knew that the mere thought of eating matzah on Passover night along with Jews all over the world would be their greatest taste of freedom.
Michael had been accused of treason and passing on Soviet State secrets to Israel. He had been sentenced to 25 years of exile in Siberia to work in a forced labor camp. He was separated from his family and friends and was allowed contact with his loved ones only once a year for two hours.
His real crime was teaching Jewish History and Hebrew to a packed room of young Jews, hungry for some knowledge to connect them to their people.
Michael, the group's spokesman, approached the Russian camp administrator with their written petition
Passover was only a few days away and still no reply from Moscow. All of the group with the exception of Michael had given up hope and were nervously awaiting the repercussions.
As Michael was busy repairing equipment in the labor camp, the prison guard called out, "Stravinsky, you are to go immediately to administration building." With his heart in his stomach, knowing full well what this summons could mean, Michael did as told.
Fully expecting the worst punishment of all -- confinement to the eight-foot-square punishment cell for the whole of the Passover week -- Michael knocked on the door.
Inside, he confronted Petrov, who, without ceremony, handed him a piece of paper. "Your request for matzah has been granted," Petrov announced, adding, "We are as surprised as you Stravinsky. I will command the officers to give you and your group the bricks to build your oven. The flour ration will be deducted from your food ration for the next 7 days."
The building of the oven began with feverish haste for fear of a reversal of orders. Matzahs were baked from the meager rations of flour. The group had now been joined by other Jewish inmates who were astounded at the thought of eating matzahs on Passover. For some of them, this would be their first Passover celebration.
Even though the shapeless, burnt matzahs they baked were nothing like the matzahs they had once received in smuggled packages from Israel, to the Jewish prisoners these matzahs were the sweetest taste of freedom.
Seder night arrived and a place for the Seder was secretly arranged in a corner of the labor camp between two huts. They used a plank of wood for a table and placed their blankets on the ground to lean on. An old, dented broken pot was used to represent the traditional Seder plate. There was no roasted shank bone, no egg, no charoset, no maror, only a boiled potato one of the Jewish prisoners had saved from lunch.
Michael knew why this night was different and he would remember this night for the rest of his life. At that moment, on the night of Passover, this group of wretched Jewish prisoners shivering in the dark around their symbolic Seder table felt like God had redeemed them and made them free men.