Sitting at our Pesach seder, discussing Jewish history from the liberation of our ancestors from Egypt to our brethren from the Soviet Union, recounting that so many nations of our oppression are no more, I glanced at our box of shmura matzah. It was baked in Dnepropetrovsk, Ukraine, and exported to the United States.
What a delicious irony.
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