Guilt trip

Maybe we should change the blog name to Menashe's ranting on Merkos Shlichos!

Anyways here in the morning the usual happend. Yossi slep like a cow a whole night, I was just twisting and turning.

When i have my my breakfast this morining i will have in mind all those who are stuck in far away places, all those who have to eat some avacado dripping's with rice cakes. (if i am doing that already, i will have in mind all our great great grand parents who perished in the holocoust, who had nothing to eat either)

Hirshi Korik Why the silence???????

First Post

I just wanted to be the first post on the blog, so here I am.
I want you all to know that I am holding the fort strong back here in Melbourne.
Whilst all of you prance around the world, in search for some (fun and) Jews, I sit here - at my home computer :) - toiling in the work of shlichus.
"Lo Me'ever Layam Hee" - Right here in the heart of Melboune there are thousands of thirsty souls. Longing for their heritage, waiting for someone to reach out to them. But alas, waiting in vain as all the carriers of the torch of Torah have flown elsewhere. They have flown over the great seas to greener pastures.
I, my freinds (and Nachman) am the only truly dedicated member of the smicha, staying behind to take care of all those "aniyai ircho".
But now I as well have forsaken the masses, and I am heading on to Byron Bay. I have given in to pressure. Pressure to think that only Jews in far-flung places really count. Pressure to look elsewhere for Jews. Pressure to search far and wide for every last Jew. And last but not least, pressure to peel potatoes for the Seder.