My Yom Kippur experience in Germany ‘broke my heart open’ | Opinion

Gabrielle Kaplan-Mayer
3 min readOct 7, 2022

I was honored that this essay led to a segment where I told my story on NPR’s ‘All Things Considered.’ You can listen here.

The sun streamed through the flimsy window shade in our Munich hostel room, waking me. I grabbed for my water bottle, dehydrated from the night before. My best friend slept soundly in the bunk above me; the room was filled with other friends from our semester abroad in the Netherlands. It was 1990, and we were theater students taking classes four days a week, riding bicycles around southern Holland’s small towns, backpacking on long weekends. By this early October weekend, we had mastered the train schedule and how to order weed in local hash bars.

We traveled in groups for safety and fun, sleeping on night trains. Everyone had decided on Munich for Oktoberfest, and I went along. My parents had reached me on the shared dormitory phone the night before we left for Germany. “You’ll be there on Yom Kippur,” my mother reminded me.

They knew that I wasn’t planning to observe the holidays while I was abroad. I could barely tolerate High Holiday services when I was in high school in Central Pennsylvania. I had been a kid who loved Hebrew school, but as I got closer to college, I felt the call to separate from the traditions of my childhood. My ideas of God were…

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Gabrielle Kaplan-Mayer

Writer, Educator, Mom. Disability advocate. Dog Lover. Teaching online workshops on writing + spiritual growth. www.gabriellekaplanmayer.com