Seven years ago, when I came to teach a Torah Corps class to the URJ Kutz Camp in New York, I was confronted with a completely different Jewish reality than I had known until then from my home country – the Czech Republic.
I grew up in Prague, the Czech capital, the city of one hundred spires, the Maharal, the Golem, and Franz Kafka. During my childhood, which followed forty years of Communist rule in Czechoslovakia, Judaism held a stigma, surrounded by unbreakable silence.