Purimspiel
Published in Issue #7 Translated from Croatian by Iskra Pavlović subscribe to unlock the full storyEvery day Tamar passed the pastry shop with a little terrace where the people in the district where she lived ate different cakes with chestnut, chocolate, or fruit of the season.
On the way to her flat she noticed many people hurriedly and happily carrying hot doughnuts or plates, or taking them wrapped in white paper, like pillows. And it seemed to Tamar that the doughnuts were breathing with the soft, fragrant and sweet flavour of soft sugar. In this way she could determine that the carnival was in full swing, when such cakes are sold.
And she stated: “Once this mass of dough, crazy and swelling in a strange heaving carnival procession is gone, and when doughnuts are gone from the pastry shop and window, Purim will come. And in the four corners of the world, in Purim plays Queen Esther will appear, multiplied in her numerous characters, as if she was reflecting herself in the infinite holographic cosmic mirror of the Purim story.
And this woman, like many others after her, in Persia and outside Persia, will learn that when she is losing, she is losing double, irrelevant of who Mordecai is, and who Ahasuerus is, or Haman. And while she was thinking about it, she was not consoled by the fact that Purim is the only Jewish feast to be included in the World to Come. And, again, she was absorbed by the destiny of Esther, the woman who prayed not only for herself but for all her people, who...
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