Torra Torra

Have you ever met someone who within minutes you feel as though you’re
BFFS but of course not fully trusting?  Did she want to kill me or skin
me and wear me as a tasteful coat? Oh yes, don’t think the thought didn’t cross my mind.


While being seated to have lunch the most fascinating thing happened to me. I was
drawn towards a window full of the most rabbis I have ever seen.
There was a Jewish gathering, as I found out a very special one.

I had a front row seat to the year long painstaking task of one man.
The signing of his Torra, each Hebrew letter perfectly written in
ancient tradition on lamb skin, celebrated with a gathering of high
ranking Rabi, and filthy rich Jews.

Showing proof you can buy good taste there were more channel bags than I have
ever seen in one place, 6 year olds with mini Louis Vuitton bags
slung over tiny shoulders, designer frocks one only sees in glossy
magazine pages, runway pieces, along with the spring’s most current
fashion, these women didn’t scrimp when it came to fur!
Ahhh the fur “nirvana.” If the wearing of fur offends you then get over
yourself. I’d sleep in mink sheets if I could.

While in Israel I learned the ancient history and practices of the people
who make up this fascinating country. I am truly forever changed in my
way of thinking about the simple things we here in the U.S. take for
granted.

I spotted her instantly, actually her very large, very red, very beautiful
bag ,”YSL I die.” She walked straight up to me while staring in the direction of the
reception and asked me if I was with the party going on inside or had I flown in on the private jet provided for the guest list. She promptly sat down as if we had been friends for years.
She is the perfect example of own your stuff, I am sure this woman
could crash a diplomatic party and be the toast. Meeting her friend
there for a coffee I soon learned her story and met her most
delightful friend.

Hailing from L.A having family in Israel, a self proclaimed busy body,
party crasher of the grandest scale, she was enthralled with the gem
she had stumbled into.  Phone calls were made, gossip trees
activated, this was a huge deal with political figures and press in
attendance.

Two coffees’ later the decision was made.
She would go into said festivities with security no less.
A fluffing of blond locks, lip-gloss and a straining of wardrobe she was
going in.  I watched as she worked her magic through the window
separating Jewish society from steerage class. I couldn’t believe my
eyes, in less time than it takes to devour a donut, she was receiving
a blessing by a high ranking Rabi for purposes of securing a husband
(she had never married)

Thank you Shera for your beautiful friendly self, for giving me belief in the human race again. There really are good trusting people out there. Good luck in your
life’s dreams and thank you for this story. Once again confirming in my belief, “that what we believe others will too.”

As I was leaving Israel there was a sense of leaving something behind,
an innate sadness. It took a journey half way around the world to find something I
thought I had lost long ago…my belief in something or someone bigger
than us.


Peace out bitches!
Reigan Reily