Yeah, I will be back.
I’ve just found out on my birth certificate that my Jewish grandfather’s name is from a Sephardic Jewish surname of Hebrew origin which has its roots in the same place where now is Jerusalem.
In the goy’s worst case scenario, my Jewish blood is going to be converted into Judaism.
“We need an adult passport,” oooh why thank you what a compliment.
“We need Proof of Judaism,” what about I take a bullet in my head instead.
Shalom to my Jewish parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, great-great-grandparents and so on so forth who survived persecution, slavery, and war which somewhere, sometime out of possible boredom two people have made it possible for this little me to happen. It’s just that I am practicing what I am going to say when the world is going to ask about my invisible family relevant history. Great. Thanks.
A picture is worth a thousand words.