I danced from Warsaw to Dnipro.
The year was 1929. Warsaw, Poland. The wedding between the future Chabad Rebbe, Menachem Mendel, and his bride, Chaya Mushka, daughter of the previous Rebbe was being celebrated. Notably absent from the joyous occasion were the groom's parents. His father, Reb Levik, was the rabbi of Yekatrinoslav (now Dnipro), Ukraine, which was under Soviet rule. The KGB, who had outlawed anything connected to Jewish life, would not allow him to travel out of the country even for his son's wedding. Instead, at Ulitza Mironova, #9, (Reb Levik's Shul) they had held an absentee wedding. The Jewish community came together, toasting L'chaims and dancing the night away with the Rebbe's parents, Reb Levik and Chana, to bridge the distance. In their hearts, the map morphed together and the oppressive Soviet regime faded away from their consciousness.
In 2006, I had the privilege of volunteering at a Jewish orphanage. The address was Ulitza Mironova, #9. Home to 45 boys (the girls had a separate home a few 
minutes away), each one with a less than ideal family background. We strived to provide them with the stability, care, and love that they so desperately were lacking. These boys became my family. It was an enriching experience, and as a result, I continued to return to lead their summer camp experience until I got married and started a family of my own.
2019. Dnipro, Ukraine. Reciting the blessing under the Chupa (the wedding canopy) at the marriage of one of the boys I was closest to. He has an incredible story and has grown into a fine young man, on a path of success and admirable accomplishments. I had flown on three planes and traveled
overnight on a Russian train to be there for this moment; for this boy. Yes, I had flown through Warsaw, to dance at the wedding of a boy who had grown up in "Mironova". The Soviet KGB is now gone. Instead, the Chabad center in Dnipro - the largest Jewish center in the world - stands defiantly and proudly. The Menorah Center is 7 buildings of flourishing Jewish life, from 5 classy kosher restaurants to the Menorah hotel, to a Jewish museum, and so much more. And yes, a stunning, state of the art, wedding hall.
It had been ten years since I was last there, and it took 70 hours of travel, but the map between Petaluma and the former "Yekatrinoslav" morphed together, the Soviet regime an obscure memory, and I celebrated a beautiful and memorable Jewish wedding with my "family".
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