On our way from New York to Warsaw, Poland, we had a short stopover in Prague. Along with the four of us traveling to Poland, there were two fellow Roving Rabbis heading to Romania, and yet another two heading to Siberia!
Already eight, we figured we could find another two men and pray with a minyan - the quorum of ten required for communal prayer. A French student heading on his way to Israel for Passover meant we had nine. Just one to go.
And so, we set out on a search for a tenth, in this most unlikely of places.
We soon found an Israeli bussinesman on his way to Germany. He agreed to sit with us, despite seeming total uninterested in praying, or Judaism in general. We were extremely grateful that he gave of his time strictly to do us a favour. That generosity of spirit make the Prague Airport a place we will never forget.
Jewish Prague Thank you for doing what you can in Praha. One half of my ancestors were from Prague and came to the US in the 1860's---my grandparent's grandparent's. They wrote letters to cousins for the next 80 years. But after WW2,no more letters came from Czechoslovakia---they were all murdered and burned like garbage, most likely at Terezin death camp