My new family and I made our way down the cracked sidewalks of Bat Yam, heading toward our new home. Our madricha (female counselor) was telling us about our apartment. “It’s on the fourth floor,” she said. My longtime friend and now roommate, Jonathan, blurted out, “That’s going to be so annoying to get to on Shabbat when we can’t take the elevator.” She paused and then said: “It’s going to be so annoying every day.











