Hovering Above the Pit PDF

**Hovering above the Pit** *Based on the conversation of the Grand Rabbi of Bluzhov, Rabbi Israel Spira, with Baruch Singer, Jan. 3 1975 with Dr. Yaffa Eliach*. IT WAS A DARK, COLD NIGHT IN THE JANOWSKA ROAD CAMP, suddenly, a stentorian shout pierced the air: "You are all to evacuate die barracks...

**Hovering above the Pit** *Based on the conversation of the Grand Rabbi of Bluzhov, Rabbi Israel Spira, with Baruch Singer, Jan. 3 1975 with Dr. Yaffa Eliach*. IT WAS A DARK, COLD NIGHT IN THE JANOWSKA ROAD CAMP, suddenly, a stentorian shout pierced the air: "You are all to evacuate die barracks immediately and report to the vacant lot. Anyone remaining inside will be shot on the spot! "Pandemonium broke out in the barracks. People pushed their way to the doors while screaming the names of friends and relatives. In a panic-stricken stampede, the prisoners ran in the direction of the big open field. Exhausted, trying to catch their breath, they reached two huge pits. In the middle were two huge pits. Suddenly, with their last drop of energy, the inmates realized where they were rushing, on that cursed dark night in Janowska. Once more, the cold, healthy voice roared in the night: "Each of you dogs who values his miserable life and wants to cling to a must jump over one of the pits and land on the other side. Those who miss will get what they rightfully deserve --- ra-ta-ta-ta-ta." Imitating the sound of a machine gun, the voice trailed off into the night followed by a wild, coarse laughter. It was dear to the inmates that they would all end up in the pits. Even at the best of times it would have been impossible to jump over them, all the more so on that cold dark night in Janowska. The prisoners standing at the edge of the pits were skeletons, feverish from disease and starvation, exhausted from slave labor and sleepless nights. Though the challenge that had been given them was a matter of life and death, they knew that for the S.S. and the Ukrainian guards was merely another devilish game. Among the thousands of Jews on that field in Janowska was the Rabbi of Bluzhov, Rabbi Israel Spira. He was standing with a friend, a freethinker from a large Polish town whom the rabbi had met in the camp. A deep friendship had developed between the two. "Spira, all of our efforts to jump over the pits are vain." We only entertain the Germans and their collaborators, the Askaris. Let's sit down in the pits and wait for the bullets to end our wretched existence," said the friend to the rabbi. "My friend," said the rabbi, as they were walking in the direction of the pits, "man must obey the will of God. If it was decreed from heaven that pits be dug and we be commanded to jump, pits will be dug and jump we must. And if God forbid, we fail and fall into the pits, we will reach the World of Truth a second later, after our attempt. So, my friend, we must jump." The rabbi and his friend were nearing the edge of the pits; the pits were rapidly filling up with bodies. The rabbi glanced down at his feet, the swollen feet of a fifty-three-year-old Jew ridden with starvation and disease. He looked at his young friend, a skeleton with burning eyes. As they reached the pit, the rabbi dosed his eyes and commanded in a powerful whisper, "We are pumping! When they opened their eyes, they found themselves standing on the other side of the pit. "Spira, we are here, we are here, we are alive!" The friend repeated over and over again, while warm tears streamed from his eyes. "Spira, for your sake, I am alive; indeed, there must be a God in heaven. Tell me, Rebbe, how did you do it?" "I was holding on to my ancestral merit I was holding onto the coattails of my father, and my grandfather and my great-grandfather, of blessed memory," said the rabbi and his eyes searched the black skies above. "Tell me, my friend, how did you reach the other side of the pit?" "I was holding on to you," replied the rabbi's friend. Questions: 1. What