by thin wisps of smoke that rose into the sky like floating Hebrew letters. The sun was already high enough in the sky to bleach all of the stone buildings a harsh, luminous white. There was not a shadow in sight.
The streets of Mea Shearim bustled as usual, as bearded, hat-wearing men dressed in customary black hurried back and forth on their way to or from prayer. Their wives in kerchiefs and long dresses, some pregnant, some not, dragged strollers piled high with children and bags from the market.
The rebbe smiled at a pair of passing men whose noses were buried in prayer books. âIsnât it wonderful,â the rebbe said. âJews everywhere.â
âIt is wonderful,â the doctor said, suddenly beaming.
âTell me,â the rebbe said. âHow does a Gentile find himself living in Jerusalem.â
âI came to be here for the millennium.â
âThe millennium?â the rebbe said, confused.
âThe year two thousand,â the doctor said, ushering the rebbe out of one of the neighborhoodâs many gates.
âOh-ho,â the rebbe said, laughing. âTwo thousand years since . . . It is funny, it must be ten years since I have seen your calendar. For us, for Jews, it is the year fifty-seven sixty.â
âAnd your Messiah has still not arrived.â
âToday,â the rebbe said. âI am absolutely sure he will arrive today. I have been absolutely sure of that every day for the last sixty-three years. If not today, then tomorrow, which when it arrives,â the rebbe said in a singsong manner, âwill be today.â
âTell me, what will happen when your Messiah comes?â
âOf course, the Temple will be rebuilt. And we will have a King of Israel at last, and the entire world will be full of the knowledge of the Lord,â the rebbe said nonchalantly. âAnd yours?â
âExactly the same,â the doctor said. âIt is written that the Lord Jesus Christ will return to a hill east of Jerusalem and redeem the world.â
âAnd how will you know it is him?â the rebbe said.
âI will look at his hands and at his side, and see if the scars are there. And if there are scars â â
âEnough,â the rebbe said, laughing. âEnough of this. Letâs turn around. Iâm tired of walking today.â
They stopped just short of the walls of the Old City, near Damascus Gate, where the doctor offered him a sip of his water. The rebbe was sweating in streams, and gulped down most of the bottle. The sun was still directly above their heads, and felt to the rebbe as if a thousand-pound weight were on his shoulders. They began slowly walking back up the sloping hill.
âDo you know there is a way to walk all around Jerusalem without walking up a hill?â the rebbe said.
âAnd have you found that way?â
âNo.â
âTake off your coat and hat. It is too hot for you to wear wool on a day like this.â
âBut I always wear this,â the rebbe said, refusing to remove his heavy wool coat. âI have worn it for hundreds of years.â
The next morning, Sarah waited until the rebbe had finished his prayers.
âIsrael,â she said. âNobody has seen Yitzchak for days. Do you know where he is?â
The rebbe was in a foul mood as he unwound the tefillin from his aching arm. Aside from his back still aching, now the muscles of his legs were sore. âWhat, am I Yitzchakâs keeper? Do I know where he is every minute of the day? He is a young man, so he is out praying. Maybe he went to Shchem, maybe he went to Hevron. His cousin is living there.â
âBut nobody has seen him,â Sarah said. âNobody knows where he is. We must find him. Last week a yeshiva boy from Sanhedria was found stabbed in the street.â
âAll right, all right, wife, I will call Schmuelik, I will call Reuven, Iâll call everybody. We will turn the world over, if