In 1980, having memorized every song from Grease, I was so excited to see Xanadu. It was an hour and half of thin plot, showcasing the costume changes of Olivia Newton John dressed like a Studio 54 Ziggy Stardust surrounded by kitchily costumed dancing choruses - and for some reason, my parents absolutely drew the line taste? a sense of self-preservation? what exactly was their objection?! It sounds AWESOME. Now what does this have to do with Jerusalem, you ask. Sadly, the answer is not Hasids on roller skates.
Some years ago, I became friends with a woman from East Germany. "The country that I was from as a child doesn't exist," she told me, "You just don't know what that is like." Not to belittle the enormity of such an unsettling experience as changing passports and governments, I do know what it feels like, and so do you.