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This is how Jewish trauma gets passed down.

JL;DR SUMMARY Hana Raviyt Schank reflects on the intergenerational trauma experienced by Jewish families, particularly through the lens of evacuating her son from a war zone in Israel amidst rising tensions. A way out west there was a fella, fella I want to tell you about, fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least, that was the handle his lovin' parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. This Lebowski, he called himself the Dude. Now, Dude, that's a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then, there was a lot about the Dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. And a lot about where he lived, likewise. But then again, maybe that's why I found the place s'durned innarestin'.

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IdentityAmerican JewryResilienceIntergenerational TraumaJewish TraumaParentingGap YearMedia Portrayal

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Tel Aviv, Tel Aviv District, Israel
"We did not originally think we were gap year in Israel people. I need to start there, because this is a story about Israel, and not Bermuda or France. My son wanted to become fluent in French, and gain some life experience before college. We wanted him to have a job. One thing led to another and now he was in Tel Aviv, building a farming robot at an Israeli tech firm and learning Hebrew."
Brooklyn, New York, United States
"A gift of any amount helps keep our platform free of advertising and accessible to all. Subscribe nowGive a gift subscriptionMake a one-time contribution This is a guest essay written by Hana Raviyt Schank, a writer and fourth-generation Brooklyn Jew."
London, United Kingdom
"My sister-in-law comes up victorious, and books a 3 A.M. flight out of Ben Gurion Airport to Luton Airport, in London."
Paris, France
"My husband hits purchase on the ticket to Barcelona, and the site promptly crashes. When we come back online, the ticket is gone. No one is going to Barcelona.A friend who used to work at the State Department send me a press release: The federal government will be evacuating all U.S. citizens. I put my sons name on the evacuation list, picturing him hanging onto a helicopter door like hes being airlifted out of Saigon in 1975.My husband and I enlist my sister-in-law to help find a ticket any ticket out of Israel. The three of us message each other as all flights on American carriers vanish, leaving only the budget carriers willing to risk taking off during a war, flights that require a change in an Arab country, and the Israeli carrier EL AL. I figure that of all the airlines, the one with experience taking off in an active war zone is EL AL. We begin working to grab an EL AL flight to anywhere.For a brief moment weve found a flight to Paris. I have family in Paris Hungarian survivors from a different side of my family. They were nice to me when, as a teenager in the late 1980s, my family lived briefly in Paris."

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