Ah, when he spoke of Him and of the Egyptian gods, it seemed as if the God of my people stood before me like a giant, whose head touched the sky, and the other gods were creeping in the dust at his feet like whining curs.
"He taught me also that we alone were the people whom the Lord had chosen, we and no other.

Then for the first time I was filled with pride at being a descendant of Abraham, and every Hebrew seemed a brother, every daughter of Israel a sister.

Now, too, I perceived how cruelly my people had been enslaved and tortured.

I had been blind to their suffering, but Moses opened my eyes and sowed in my heart hate, intense hate of their oppressors, and from this hate sprang love for the victims.

I vowed to follow my brother and await the summons of my God.