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53 The Money Hidden in the Cemetery T O L D B Y E S T H E R W E I N S T E I N T O Y E H U D I T G U T - B U R G Amerchant traveled to a large city to buy goods. He arrived there late Friday afternoon, shortly before sunset. He went at once to the bathhouse and put on his Sabbath finery. But what could he do with his money? You’re not allowed to keep money in your pocket on the Sabbath. But to whom could he entrust it? He didn’t know a soul in town. But how does the saying go? “A learned Jew will always find an idea.” The merchant decided to bury his money in the local Christian cemetery. After all, who goes there on the Sabbath? So the Jew went to the cemetery, dug a small hole near one of the graves, buried his money, and marked the hiding place. In his heart, he was quite confident that no one would steal his money. Thus he came, all clean and polished, to the house of the rebbe,* who greeted him cordially. The merchant stayed with the Hasidim until late at night. They didn’t go to bed until after midnight. No sooner had the merchant fallen asleep then he dreamed about his late father: “Why did you put your money next to the grave of a gentile? Go move your money away from there!” The merchant woke up. It was just a dream. He turned over and fell asleep. Again his father was standing by his bed. “Get up quickly!” he ordered . “Time is short. Go get your money! I command you! Get dressed, go to the cemetery, take out the money, and bring it to the rebbe’s house. Your money will be safe there.” The merchant got up and dressed, poured water on his hands, washed his face, said the Modeh Ani,** opened the door quietly, and started out. The street was quiet and still; everyone was sleeping peacefully. With rapid steps, he made his way to the cemetery, found the hiding place, dug up his money, put it in his pockets, and turned to go back to his 387 * A Hasidic rabbi. ** The prayer said by Jews when they first wake up, even before getting out of bed and washing their hands. lodgings. Just then a gentile appeared. The man looked at the Jew in astonishment . “What are you doing here so early?” he asked. “Isn’t today the Sabbath for you Jews?” “I have to pray very early,” replied the Jew, “so I took a shortcut.” The Jew watched what the gentile did. What did he see? The man was digging alongside the grave, precisely where the money had been buried. The gentile dug and dug. It was obvious that he was searching for something . When he didn’t find it he became furious and ran after the Jew. “Where does your rabbi live?” he asked. “I want to ask him something.” “Follow me, if you like. I’m going there too.” As they walked together, the gentile asked the Jew, “Does your rabbi know how to interpret dreams?” “I have no idea. Come ask him, and you’ll find out.” The two reached the rebbe’s house. “What are you doing here, Ivan?” one of the Jews asked the uninvited guest. “I want to ask your rabbi something.” “Please come in, then.” Ivan entered, and they offered him a chair. Then the rebbe himself came into the room. “What do you want?” he asked the gentile. “Rabbi,” Ivan replied, “I had a dream that my father came to me and said, ‘Go to the cemetery first thing in the morning. Next to my grave, where the earth was turned over recently, you’ll find a large sum of money. Take it and you’ll be very rich. Buy an estate and a house and you’ll be a landowner.’My father wouldn’t let me sleep all night. He came back in my dreams three times, insisting that I go get the money. Finally I got up early, went to the cemetery, and dug. I searched until I was worn out, but I didn’t find anything. So I’ve come to ask you to interpret my dream. Why didn’t I find the money?” The rebbe stood up and answered him. “The money that was...

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