We stayed by Rav Machlis, learning Hilkhot Pesah for a while.
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'Sabari, we want to go to the old city. We want to see Chaim Dovid.'
'No, no, no, the traffic is backed up. It will take at least an hour to get there.'
The Rebbe pointed out that from the fact that Sabari was being such a kelipa and trying to prevent us from ascending the Temple Mount to the home of Chaim Dovid, showed us just how important it was for us to go.
We convinced Sabari that he had to take us and it took us no less then 7 minutes to be inside the old city. We wandered the streets, making our way down Yerushalayim's small paths and alleyways to reach Chaim Dovid.
We got there, we stayed there for a while, we classicly davened ma'ariv overlooking Har Habayis. The rest of the story is good too but it is not meant for words and not really meant for the internet. It was there, at Chaim Dovid's, where Purim "ended" that night.
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We had learned a lot throughout the past two days. We had experienced and seen so many different emotions and zones.
From the post megillah tish to the exploding chagiga, from Moshe Marcus to Moshe Levy, from goat-stealing-Na-Nachers to nose stealing J-Dillers, from the Amshinover to the elevator, and from Rav Machlis's to Chaim Dovids's.
They say that it used to be that the year began in Nissan, then they said the year began by Purim, but now...