It was around 2 a.m., after a beautiful Seder at my in-laws in Beit Shemesh. A magical night, lively and animated. Everyone was long asleep, and the cleanup, followed by Shir Hashirim, was done. With no option, after the afikomen, of another coffee and some nosh, staying up all night to learn was not so simple. But Pesach night! Leil HaSeder! I couldn’t let such a special night just fizzle out. I wanted more. So, I walked to my rebbi’s house.