Russian Space Day, the Mimouna and me

• Date: 05 April 2021
• Published date: 05 April 2021
• Author: Rabbi Yosef Mendelevitch
• Publication title: Israel National News (Israel)

It happened on the day of the Mimouna. Well, not exactly, on the day of the Mimouna holiday which is celebrated on the day immediately following the Pesach holiday, but rather, several days later, on the 24th of Nissan.

If not then on the exact date of the Mimouna, then on what other significant anniversary? - On the anniversary of the Soviet space launch that began to be observed as a holiday of sorts marking Russia's first cosmonaut Yuri Gargarin's flight into space.

What is my connection to Yuri Gargarin? A direct one. He was launched into space exactly 10 years previously, and on the 10th anniversary of his historic space flight, in 1978, I was hurled into a particularly severe prison punishment cell.

And so you may ask: Why?-The answer is because I stopped working in a Soviet forced labor camp on Shabbat.

A forced labor camp in Soviet Russia means that prisoners must work long hours in the camp's factory under conditions of extreme cold.

A roll call (no picnic, standing in the freezing cold!) was conducted (lest there be no shirkers) and we were sent off to the factory. The camp for the residential section was made up of the barracks and the factory section.

The camp was labled in Soviet hypocritical nomenclature as an "institution for re-education." Educate opponents of the dictatorship by forcing them to be "reeducated" to be disciplined slaves.

Those who refuse to work: off to the dungeon. Lie down on cold concrete, eat meager bread rations and drink a limited amount of water.

On Shabbat I would go out to the factory. I did not refuse to work demonstratively because the words written about Shabbat in the Torah say that it (the Shabbat) is "a sign between me and you" - between me and God.

I arranged with a Ukrainian labor prisoner that I would prepare the required labor quota in advance and that he would report that I had met the required production.

One Shabbat before Pesach 5768 I secretly stood in the factory for the Shabbat prayers.

Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me - I turned around, and it was the deputy commander of the prison, Major Fidorov and several other officers.

"Get to work" he said. "If you do not work, you will not get food."

"I am a Jew", I answered. "Jews do...