I kept thinking about freedom during the whole seder, and we discussed Ukraine with great spirit as we drink glass after glass of the most amazing wine.  How Russia is being ruined and the whole face of Europe will change as they free themselves from importing gas. Oh what a raucous evening.  

But then, as always, I cannot sleep after wine, and I listened to the last book of Lawrence Durrell’s Alexandria Quartet.  All night I thought of the flesh pots of Egypt and how I would probably not have wanted to join the freedom-seekers in the desert, would have probably slipped away from the group and begged the nearest neighbor to take me on as a slave.  Freedom has a very high price, and I might be able to talk big (with some wine in me) but don’t seem to have the character for fighting for it.