[Mori is reading Moses Mahimodes “On Perplexity”, in a room covered in candles. Kabbalisitc symbols cover the walls. Camera cuts back to Mori’s youth, sitting in an orange grove, with her grandmother]
GRANDMOTHER: Years ago, the Jews of Prague had been rounded up, and forced into a ghetto. And nearly every easter, easter was the dangerous time of year, the gentiles would come and throw stones over the big gate. Sometimes it got worse, sometimes it got better, and the Jews would always be forced to pay the damages. If something got stolen, the goy would blame the Jews. If people got sick, they would blame the Jews. For anything that went wrong, the Jews were the cause and problem.
[Camera cuts to shot of the Ghetto of Prague, set design emphasis on despair, overcrowding, poverty. Grandmother’s voice narrates]
GRANDMOTHER: One year, the harvest had been particularly bad, and the vicious had been spreading the blood libel, that oldest of lies, that the Jews used human blood to make Matzot. The Jews of the ghetto braced themselves, but they feared that this time it would be worse than ever before. The tensions were very high, and they felt their tiny community on the brink.
[Camera shot of rioters against gates]
GRANDMOTHER: Your ancestor, the great Rabbi Loew, was at his wits end. He knew not how to protect his community, and for all his wisdom, there was no path that did not seem to end in extinction.
[Shot of ancient, venerable rabbi poring over books]