4 | SEPTEMBER 28 • 2023 J N for openers First Aliyah . . . Then IKEA M y wife and I have moved to Israel. Some people move their furniture and appliances in an industrial shipping container, called a lift. We did not. We bought an airy and empty apartment in a fairly new building in (the biblical city of) Beit Shemesh. We planned to buy about all of our furniture at the new IKEA branch in (the biblical city of) Eshtaol. So, we arrived at IKEA with a team of helpers, ready for the mammoth expedition. We had done extensive planning for this expedition. I had done a reconnaissance mission, exploring that branch of IKEA in an earlier trip. My wife had spent hours upon hours on the IKEA website, checking the measurements of attractive items against the floorplan of our apartment, and developing a list of the winning products. We had done a practice run through our local IKEA in Michigan, to discover if that table looks big enough and that chair feels comfortable. The IKEA in Eshtaol looks and feels just like the IKEA in Michigan: wide aisles, bright lights, lines on the floor leading customers through the maze of departments, products with Swedish names. The store uses some English, too, along with the signage in Hebrew. Unlike IKEA in Michigan, the Israeli IKEA highlights items useful for Jewish observance: In a display of storage boxes, for example, one bears the label, “Purim costumes.” ‘ASSEMBLING’ A TEAM Our team arrived punctually at nine in the morning. Our high-school student grandson and his friend went straight to the warehouse section, armed with the list of items we had already identified by IKEA’s product number. Our married granddaughter and our son (her father) accompanied us through the shopping maze, each pushing a cart. One member of our team has mobility limitations; the staff at IKEA provided a motorized vehicle right at the entrance. We need some of everything; we chose some items at nearly every department of the store. We coordinated operations with the boys in the warehouse by cellphone. We also used the cellphone when we lost each other in the maze. When the battery of the motorized vehicle gave out, we alerted a staff member, and another helpful staff member showed up to replace the battery. The store became progressively more crowded during our expedition; Friday is not a full workday in Israel, so people have time to shop. Young couples brought their children along on the shopping trip. Even close together in crowds, the customers from disparate segments of the Israeli populace treated each other politely, respectfully maneuvering to make room for fellow shoppers young and old, Jewish and Arab, religious and secular, Black, Brown and white. ORDEAL AT CHECK-OUT About three hours later, when we arrived at the check-out line, we had four shopping carts filled with household goods of every description, while the boys brought seven large rolling pallets piled high with large items from the warehouse. We advised other shoppers not to get in line behind us, as we anticipated spending a long time at check- out, and other lines, we pre- dicted, would go more quickly. The young woman doing checkout valiantly pointed her laser at bar codes on all our purchases. She looked through the piled-high items, trying to record every item, each item once, and no item twice. The expected delay materialized. The cashier alertly noted that one item from the warehouse came in two huge cartons, carton one from a certain model, carton two from a similar but not identical model. We needed to return the mismatched carton to the warehouse and bring the matching carton to check-out. Fortunately, we did not have to do that ourselves. The cashier summoned a crew to make the exchange. Some members of the same crew helped us bring the heavy items across the store to the shipping department. Now the boys could go home, having completed their part of the expedition. The crew, like nearly all IKEA PURELY COMMENTARY continued on page 8 Louis Finkelman Contributing Writer