is it only that I’ve made it so far that I keep thinking of seders of the past, seders I’ve been to, seders that took place elsewhere, in other times.  Did the Jews who lived in Egypt until the 1950s celebrate the exodus?  Did the Jews in Auschwitz manage to put something together to keep up the tradition by the light of the crematoriums?  How many of us associate ourselves at the beginning to the seder with the evil son, thinking it has nothing to do with us, and then getting into the songs and the symbolic food and the jokes?  So our wonderful seder with my family around me and my birthday cake and all that still seemed one layer of freedom.