Spring was always beautiful in Barcelona, and this year, 1715, was no exception. The harbor was one of the busiest in the Mediterranean, crowded with all sorts of ships 365 days a year. On this evening, Signor Bembo, the Genoese captain of a merchant vessel was loading the last of his cargo; the ship would sail with the morning tide. As Bembo looked up at the sky, which was ablaze with a thousand stars, he suddenly heard the sound of a man clearing his throat. At the bottom of the gangplank stood a Spanish gentleman of about 30 or so.

“Yes, what do you want?” barked Bembo.

“Permission to come aboard, captain,” replied the gentleman.

“Granted,” barked Bembo, who instinctively fingered the dagger he wore at his side. Although the civil war had ended over a year before, conditions in Spain were still unsettled, and one could not be too careful with strangers.

Once on board, the Spaniard removed his hat and bowed low. “I am Don Antonio Carvaljho.”

He certainly has the manners of a gentleman, Bembo thought to himself.

“I understand you are sailing for Livorno in the morning. I have urgent business there which requires my presence. Will you take me, captain?”

(Based on a True Story in Zichronos Harav Maza)

 He was my grandfather’s father. His name was R’ Yeshaye ben R’ Moshe. His father, R’ Moshe, had been the av beis din of Bober, in the province of Mogilev, near Kropki. The son, R’Yeshaye, was a very distinguished man, famous for his wealth, his scholarship, and his yiras Shamayim (fear of heaven).

Yes, this R’ Yeshaye was the famous Jew who hefkered his chometz. Yes, he gave it all away because of the Poritz’s meshugas. Of course, all the Poritzim were crazy. It’s not surprising; remember, each Poritz in the Ukraine was an absolute dictator of all the peasants and Jews (there were no others) who lived on his lands; he literally had the power of life and death over his subjects. But this Poritz was particularly crazy, or eccentric, if you prefer that term. He derived particular pleasure from devising new and original ways of embittering the lives of his Jews.

Written in December, 1991

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