"Un do heibt zikh on undzer mayse" And here, Our story begins...
The end of World War II was chaotic, especially on the eastern front, and really small decisions made either way could have lasting impacts; I have developed a series of plausible PoDs that could lead to the "big" PoD that will be the center of this work:

Long story made short, the former East Prussia is incorporated into the USSR after the second world war as the "Jewish Soviet Socialist Republic"

In the 1944-1945 period IOTL, Stalin was considering creating a Jewish homeland in the western part of the Soviet Union, partly due to the failure of the JAO on the Chinese border in the far east to attract significant population, partly to ease tensions between Jews and anti-semites who they may live near, and partly as a means of dealing with the lands of former eastern Poland that the Soviets would be acquiring. Crimea was considered ans discarded.

ITTL, I have imagined that in the chaotic end to WWII, things play out slightly differently in East Prussia. Of course, it needn't necessarily, as Stalin could just force the issue; I have attempted to create a scenario where he might find this to be the easiest way to deal with all the competing issues.

IOTL, the Stutthof Concentration Camp was the last to be liberated by the Allies; it was just to the east of Gdansk. It had been acquiring prisoners shipped from other camps as the Soviets made steady ground in the east; by January of 1945, when the evacuation of East Prussia began, there were around 50,000 Jews remaining in the camp; over 38,000 were women.

IOTL, the withdrawal from East Prussia in the face of the invading Red Army. Seemingly not considering the possibility of losing the war even into 1945, little preparations had been made. Of East Prussia' near 2.7 million people, nearly 2 million, around 75%, would evacuate over the following few months. Priority was, inexplicably, given to military personnel, who would often commandeer supplies and transport meant for civilians, leaving them destitute and stranded in the snow with an incoming Soviet Army. Stutthof Camp was surrounded by April 1945, and made several attempts to march or ship the prisoners to Germany; surrounded by the Soviets they failed to advance. For months, Stutthof sat in limbo, surrounded by a Soviet Army who probably didn't know what was going on in Stutthof and almost certainly didn't want to find out. When the camp was finally liberated on May 9th, 1945, there were almost no survivors.

Lots of things could have played out differently here. The Soviets might have made a push to take the camp; the East Prussian withdrawal could have been more orderly, leading to a quicker Soviet advance.

ITTL, a Soviet commander pushes to take the camp as early as is plausible, but certainly before April. They face little resistance as the guards mostly flee from combat. The Soviet commander is overcome by the reality of the situation; he is aware of the vast depopulation of East Prussia, and possibly of vague Soviet plans to take and repopulate the area. He is facing a humanitarian crisis in the camp, of mostly women. He makes the bold decision to transfer the camp population into abandoned homes in nearby Elbing, where attempts can be made to nurse them to health.

און דאָ הייבט זיך אָן אונדזער מעשׂה
Un do heibt zikh on undzer mayse
"And here, our story begins"
 
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"Krieg un Sholem" War and Peace 1945-1947
The 2 million Germans fleeing East Prussia in wake of the Soviet advance was just the beginning of the ethnic cleansing in the area. IOTL, the 350,000 or so Masurian Poles (generally Lutherans) were deported to the new lands of western Poland acquired from Germany, while ethnic Poles from the Kresy (eastern Poland lost to the Soviets) were brought in to replace them. In addition, after the war, Stalin arranged from the removal of virtually all of the 150,000 or so Germans who remained in the territory; to replace them were moved in around 130,000 ethnic Belarusians and Ukrainians from the Kresy. At the end of the war, East Prussia had a Lithuanian population well over 100,000; they were concentrated however in areas that would be transferred to the Lithuanian SSR, including Memel (now Klaipeda). ITTL, where maybe the war has ended slightly sooner, the Allies, especially Churchill may express more concern with the Soviets taking East Prussia and gaining a valuable foothold on the Baltic. ITTL, East Prussia's status is unresolved at Potsdam, leading it into a state of limbo. IOTL the southern two-thirds of East Prussia was transferred to Poland after the war, where it is now the Warmian-Masurian Voivodship. The transfer of Kresy Poles in and Masurians out was done in conjunction with the Soviets but at the behest of the Polish government.

ITTL, with East Prussia in limbo, Stalin will still make moves to remove the remaining German population, to decrease the chances of the Allies seeking East Prussia to be returned to Germany. In addition, so strengthen his claim against the Allies for the territory, he decides for the transfer of the approximately 150,000 or so Jews who survived the Shoah in the Kresy and Zakarpattia.

Rather than ethnic Poles settling the southern half of East Prussia on behest of Polish leadership as a means of Polonization; ITTL, due to persistent anti-semitism, the 200,000 or so remaining Jews in the new, smaller Poland, increasingly decide, are convinced or coerced to move into East Prussian territory, which the Soviets are increasingly used to house dispossessed Jews.

By the end of 1947, with a change in British leadership, no simple solution to the "East Prussia Question" in sight, and now with a slim majority of the population of Jews, the western powers agree to acknowledging Soviet control over the area, as the "Jewish Soviet Socialist Republic", in Russian "Yevreyskaya Sovyetskikh Sozialistishskikh Respublik", or in Yiddish, "Yidishe Sotzialistishe Sovyetrepublik"

The setting: note, the previously mentioned city of Elbing/Elblag is in the greenish area inbetween Braniewo/Braunsberg and Paslek/Prussiche Holland
Source: Rein Walker, uncensoredhistory.blogspot.in
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"Lines fun opshtam" Lines of Descent
This alternate history, more than any other, will be an incredibly personal one. Many of the events are repurposing of tales, stories and legends from my own family, who first appear in the records as Jewish Danziggers in the sixteenth century. In many ways, it is a tribute to my family, and every family, who did not survive the wars intact. L'chaim. "Too life!"

December 10, 1993

Zhenya opened the door wide and greeted her sister-in-law with hearty, practiced "Happy Chanukah!"

They embraced warmly as her sister-in-law, Olga, replied, "and Shabbat Shalom!"

"Right" said Zhenya, taking Olga's coat and directing her into the kitchen. The home two-story townhome was modest, but well-built and well-furnished. It was also busy with bodies, old and young, and filled with the warming scent of dinner being cooked. "It's Friday. Is it still Shabbat on Chanukah?"

Olga stared back for a second before laughing. "I don't know! Is your dad here?"

Zhenya smirked "he's out at the shops with Dovid. They should be back any minute. He didn't say anything about Shabbat."

"Let me ask the kids" replied Olga.

As if on queue, two teenagers, boy and girl, entered through the front door with a middle aged man behind.

"Shabbat shalom!" they exclaimed as they entered.

"Nika!" exclaimed Zhenya to her nieced, embracing her with a hug. "Is it Shabbat? Which candles do we light first?"

Veronika laughed, "Yes teta, it's Shabbat. We light the Chanukah candles first."

Olga frowned "No, it's Shabbat."

Veronika's brother Andrei supported, "Yes, mom. They told us at school. It's the Chanukah candles first."

Olga, who had quickly busied herself with part of the dinner preparations, turned to the pot she was stirring and muttered, "we'll see about that when your grandfather comes."

Veronika continued to laugh "What, he's a rabbi now?"

Zhenya looked at her niece seriously. "You must see his beard. Please help me get him to shave. I don't think he's done it since independence."

Again on queue, two men burst through the door, one middle-aged and one older with a patchy, salt-and-pepper beard about an inch long. Their long dark coats with a dusting of snow.

"Bapa!" shouted Veronika as she ran to her grandfather and hugged him. "Eck, your beard scratches. You need to shave."

While maintaining his hug, he immediately looked up at Zhenya.

"I'm on to you" he said with a wink.

Olga barked up, "we light Shabbat candles first, right test?", using the word for father-in-law.

He quickly shook his head. "No, Chanukah first."

"Told you" came the voices from the teens in unison. Olga went back to her pot.

"How do we know when it's dark enough?" asked Zhenya.

"They gave us the time" said Veronika.

"Wait for three stars" answered the old man.

***

The evening continued, more family members gathering until it seemed like more couldn't possibly fit in the home. The young and old guided the proceedings, combining half-remembered with newly-taught knowledge. Those in the middle ages were in their element with the food, however. Meanwhile, the conversations flowed mostly with Russian, especially with and among the children, but a few of the old-timers insisted on speaking, especially to each other, in Yiddish.

With most of the family reclining at the long dinner-table after a meal, well-provisioned with pickled herring, gefilte fish, knishes and Kugel, the old man looked at his daughter and whispered, "I think Dovid found you the best babke in Kaliningrad"

"Kyonigrad" Veronika quickly corrected him. "It's been almost a year, bapa."

He laughed. "Yes, Kyonigrad. Kaliningrad, Konigsberg, Krolovets, what's in a name? It's about the babke."

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Speaking of which" interjected Dovid. "There's going to be another referendum on the name of the country soon."

"Oy, all these referendums" harrumphed an old woman alone in a corner, smoking a cigarette beside a window cracked open to allow the smoke out. "What's the point?"

"There's no Soviet anymore, teta Yavda," replied Dovid. "Somebody has to decide these things."

Andrei piped up. "I think we should be called Prussia, because -"

"VOS?" yelled the old man. "And you want us goose-stepping to the camps, to, huh?"

"DAD, he's a child" snapped Zhenya.

"Nu? He's gotta learn sometime. They took children to the camps, too, you know?"

Andrei, somewhat taken aback, tried to proceed calmly. "I know about the camps, zaideh."

"Yeah? You know about them? So what for we should be called Prussia?"

Andrei, speaking carefully to chose delicate words. "I didn't say we should be called Germany."

At this, the old man, looking around and seeing all the nervous faces, attempted to relax. Andrei took this as a sign of encouragement. "I was just saying we should be called after the Prusai"

"The who?" replied the old man.

"The Prusai. The indigenous people of the area. We learned about them in school."

"In school?" said the old man, seemingly shocked. "I never heard anything about this."

"Here, I think I've got something in my bag". Andrei left the table briefly to grab his school bag, he rummaged through it briefly before pulling out two papers, stapled together. He handed them to his grandfather.

The old man accepted them as gingerly as one might an ancient text. He put on his glasses and poured over the contents. He examined everything - date, source, publication. It appeared to be photocopied from a western textbook - a German one. That was an encouraging sign. He read through with seeming incredulity.

"Balts! Crusades? Wow. I never heard anything about this."

"You think its wrong?" asked Andrei, who seemed to be genuinely concerned for his grandfather's opinion on the matter.

He shook his head. "No. It should be correct. These Crusades - they were in the thirteenth century. This shocks me."

"Why?"

"We were here then."

"Who? Where?"

"Our family. The Jews."

"I thought you came from Ukraine?"

"Yes, but our heritage..."

Overhearing the conversation, another cousin, a young woman around 20, moved closer to see if she was hearing correctly.

"What's got you two worked up?" she asked.

"Hey, Tanya. I'm teaching zaideh about the Prusai"

Her eyes widened. "Oh? What do you know about the Prusai?"

"Just what we're learning in school."

"Did you know that I'm studying them at University as well?"

"No" said Andrei, genuinely surpised. "I knew you were studying history. But I didn't know what."

"Yes, I'm studying the ostsiedlung and drag nach osten and how they impacted later German policies. The ostsiedlung is tied into the Northern Crusades. And Ashkenazi history."

"Yes," added the old man, "Our people came to Danzig and then moved down the Danzig-Odessa trade routes. That's why I came from Ukraine. Have I ever told you two the story of how I arrived here?"

Andrei and Tanya looked at each with a mild smirk and then both lied, "No".

"Great!" shouted the old man. "Let me tell you now."

"One minute, I need more wine" said Tanya, "I'll be right back."

A few adults in the room without the patience to sit through this story again got up to leave.

"So, like I said. I'll never forget till the day I die."
 
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"A Nayer Onheb" A New Start
September 14, 1947

The old train lurched back and forth, clicking and clacking down the distressed rail lines. The dawn was breaking, shedding light on devastated fields and bombed-out buildings; the visible signs of war only receding minimally as the train journeyed forward.

When it finally brumbled to a halt, we were quickly and unceremoniously rushed from the train - it would be going back, or forward, but definitely somewhere else, and unless we wanted to remain aboard, we were to get off here.

It was fine by me. At that moment, I never wanted to see a train again.

I squinted and looked around. It was my first time seeing Kaliningrad, now Kyonigrad, then Konigsberg or Krolovets, depending who you talked to. They say the air of the town makes a man free; but for me, it was the sea.

Less interested in following the crowds from the train platform to the town platz, I was drawn to it, though I'd never seen it. I'd heard of cousins making the trip to Odesa, but, well, I wasn't yet twelve when it all began.

The air drew brisk as I got closer. I felt I could smell the salt from the waves. For me, at the time, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I pulled my collar up around my neck and began to walk the path along the beach, watching the birds, the ships. Seeing what I could see in the distance. It was calming. I hadn't felt calm since - since I honestly can't remember.

I sat down. I began to think. I wondered if I would ever see anyone from my shtetl again. I wondered if there were any left. My stomach began to rumble. I got up and slowly started meandering the path again. After a while, I saw a man at a stall. People were walking up, handing some coins or small notes and receiving something eagerly in return. As I approached, I saw it - he had herrings. For a rouble or a kopek or whatever they had, they would get a decent cooked herring, wrapped in one slice of thick brown bread. Mentally salivating, I belatedly noticed that people had formed in line behind me - I was at the front of the queue.

The man spoke in Polish. "You want one?"

Without thinking, I nodded. He told me the price. I turned my pockets inside out, and he shrugged. I moved off to the side for a moment. I slowly walked over to a bench on the pathway. I sat down. My eyelids began to feel heavy.

I awoke with a fright, the man from the stall was shaking me. I looked around. It was getting dark. There were no more people lined up to his stall. He had a herring wrapped in bread in his hand.

"Here" he motioned. "Take it".

I did so, cautiously, and thanked him. I was too hungry to be embarassed, so I bit into it right away. The moment the salt of the fish and the bread hit my tongue, I was near ecstasy. After a moment, I caught myself and looked up at the man. "Thank you", I said. "I'll pay you back when I can."

He laughed. He started to walk away, but turned back. "Are you Jewish?" he said.

"No." I instinctively snapped. I looked into his eyes. He froze, starting straight back at me.

"It's Rosh haShanah today," he said. I didn't react. "If you need a place to stay, just for the night...well, you can follow me."

I didn't move.

"Or you can stay on this bench and wait for the police to find you, your choice."

I got up and slowly moved towards the man. He reached out his hand. "I'm Majer. What's your name?"

"Boris" I said weakly. "His eyes narrowed. Yes, Boris, well, come with me." We walked silently through the town, occasionally with him making remarks about the crowds or the street or the weather. I was on high alert. I followed him to the entrance of a small two-story apartment building. He led me up the stairs and into a modest room. It looked well-lived, and there were pictures everywhere.

"I'm sorry I don't have a sofa" he said, seemingly embarassed. "I'll bring you what cushions and blankets I have."

"Thank you," I said, "I'm used to the floor". He nodded knowingly as he handed me a blanket. I was staring at a photo, the man when he was younger, smiling beside a young woman.

"Beautiful, isn't she?"

"Yes," I answered. "Is she your wife?"

"Yes," he said with tear in his eye. "She was." He turned and went to his room, and I lay down and pulled the blanket over me.

In the morning, after I dressed, the man offered me a slice of bread and cup of tea for breakfast. We talked small things and he walked me down to the City Hall. The Soviet authorities had set up, and when I provided my identification card - gained from different Soviet authorities, years ago, they took my information, gave me a stamped card, with a list of addresses written on the back.

I showed them to the man and he nodded. "Hostels. One of them should have a bed for you. I'll take you." He walked me to the first hostel, passing a baker and buying three loaves of dark brown bread. The first hostel wouldn't even look at the card, telling us there were no beds. At the second hostel, the attendant looked at the card, and, seeing the stamp, gave me a room key with a sigh. I turned to thank the man, Majer, for his help. I struggled with the words. He handed me a loaf of bread and said,

"Don't eat it all yourself. It's better you should make friends." I nodded. And just before he turned away, he said, "oh, and one more thing, Borukh - " and he handed me a copy of the tanakh. "Keep this with you, always." He said. "Happy Rosh haShanah".

****
"THAT is a version I've never heard, dad" interjected Zhenya.

"Nu?"

"The mystery man had a Torah?"

"No, I said it was the tanakh. Just a small book."

She shook her head with a laugh. "This seems like an addition"

"What, you want I should talk about the tanakh under Stalin?"

She got up and started clearing plates form the table. "Stalin died before I was born, dad."

"They're all Stalin, if you ask me."

As she left the room, she said, "I know, dad. No-one did."

"Why did the man call you Borukh?" asked Andrei.

"Because that's my name" said the old man.

"I thought your name was Boris?"

He gave the gesture. Was it a shrug of indifference, was it wave of dismissal, was it a self-deprecating and endearing head wag? Mostly, it was all three, but it was very Yiddish.

"Yes, that's my name in Russian. But my Hebrew name is Borukh."

"How did he know that?" said Andrei, confused.

"It was a miracle!" laughed Zhenya from the kitchen, still evidently listening.

The old man looked at his grandson. "Az men lebt, derlebt men. When you get to be my age, you can just...sense some things. You'll find out. You keep reading your books, you'll be a big-shot academic some day, just like your father."

"I want to go to New York like Lev"

"Ah yes! Your cousin. That would be wonderful. He's going to be a big macher there some day, mark my words."

Zhenya poked her head in from the kitchen. "Lev? Seriously? He's lucky he comes back in one piece. He's the dumbest Jew I've ever met."

Borukh gave a hearty laugh that filled the room. "You know, it was once said that very same thing about me. Yes, his interest isn't in the books, but he's got chuztpah, and let me tell you, that counts for a lot over there."

"And how would you know that?"

"Please, Zhenya, some respect. You've never lived under capitalism. You don't know what it's like."

"Dad, you were twelve when the Soviets came."

"Yeah, and twelve more years under capitalism than you. That's when I learned the value of chutzpah. Trust me, a way to tell a successful young man is to see how he does with the ladies. Lev is going to be a millionaire."

Zhenya looked pensive for a second, as if going through the catalogue of young men she had known. "That cannot possibly be true, dad." Tanya laughed out loud.

He gave the gesture again with a smirk. "Mark my words, that boy is going somewhere."
 
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"Alein in der Heim"
Late November, 1990. New York City.

The phone rang in Reggie Fox's office. He thought twice about answering, because it was late in the day on a Friday and he was finishing up the last few things before leaving his office for the day. It wasn't really the weekend, since work never really stops in import-export, especially these days, but if he didn't pick up, it would just transfer back to his receptionist, and she could take a message. In fact, it was unusual that she put it through without saying anything. Against his better judgment, he picked up the phone.

"Fox Industries" he answered,

"Reggie! Thank god you answered I was getting worried. I've got an emergency, this kid is moping around the house like an angsty teen, it's doing my head in."

Reggie leaned back with a satisfied grin on his face. He had been expecting this call. Maybe not today, but...what's the best way to tell someone "I told you so?"

"Who is this?" Reggie said with a laugh.

"Don't be smart with me mister, I need you to get Lev out of the house. Your mother is having company and we can't have Bela Lugosi ambling around the hallways."

"You know, dad - "

"Don't start with me, kid, I knew what I was doing when I did it. They're family, we're going to help them anyway we can. And today, that means I need you to help me get your Russian cousin out of the house so your mother doesn't wring my neck. Fershtula?"

"Fershtig, dad" said Reggie with a laugh. It was a moral victory to see him this distressed. "So what do you want me to do? Take him to the penny arcade?"

"Don't be smart with me, Reg. Just take him to a record store, take him to a movie, I don't care, give him something to do to occupy his time that isn't watching old movies on TV."

"You know they may not be old for him, right?"

"Reggie are you trying to spike my blood pressure?"

"Sorry, dad. Maybe you should relax a little."

"I haven't had a minute to relax since this Special Economic Zone opened."

"No kidding. It was your dream, though."

"I know, I know, and I'm not saying I regret it - just - it's alot of work right now. We'll have a lot more to leave you and the family after it's all done, though."

"So he hasn't been showing so much of the enterprising spirit, huh?"

"Not in America. He stood out in the JSSR. He seemed so bright, eager."

"I remember you telling me. Maybe he's just young?"

"Yes, he is. He's only twenty-something. But he can't do nothing."

"Ok, I can swing by on my way home."

"Nope, that'll be too late. I put him in a cab on the way to you."

"Oh, uh, alright. What were you going to do if I was gone?"

"That's why I called you, genius"

"Jeez, dad, alright, you're right, this kid must be getting to you. Have fun with mum and don't wait up, I'll keep the kid busy."

"Cheers buddy, love you lots."

"Thanks, dad."

Reggie descended the elevator to see his mop-top cousin Lev standing outside nervously on the sidewalk. He walked outside and greeted him. "Hey Lev, what are you doing out here?"

"Hi uncle Reg. They said I couldn't go in dressed like this."

Reggie looked at the armless jean jacket, black denim pants and ramones t-shirt. "Oh, yeah, I guess. Why didn't you tell them you were waiting for me?"

"Would that change things?"

"Lev, look above you. My name is on the building."

His eyes widened. "You own this whole building?"

"What? No, we rent. But it's my office, our company."

Lev nodded, clearly impressed.

"So. You want to go to the record store?"

***

Not one hour later, they were perusing inside of the largest record store that Lev had ever seen. The sheer volume of different formats - CDs, cassette tapes, vinyls, as well as band t-shirts and different genres was astounding. He was lost in though, flitting through the punk section when he caught the glance of a young woman out of the corner of his eye. As she looked up, he quickly looked away.

From a distance, Reggie had noticed Lev noticing the girl, and then noticed the girl noticing Lev back. But he hadn't noticed if either of them notice the other noticing. So he decided to step in.

"Hey, Lev" he whispered.

"Yes?"

"That girl over there, you think she's cute?"

He shrugged with disinterest but said "Yeah, she's alright."

"Well, I think she likes you."

His eyes lit up. "Really? How can you tell?"

"Just a feeling. You should go ever there. Talk to her."

Lev looked over. "I don't know what to say."

"Just ask her if she wants to go see a movie. Trust me."

Lev looked back at Reggie for a second, as if processing the directive. "Go see a movie".

"That's right."

Lev gave a "here goes nothing" nod, puffed out his chest and walked up the young woman. She was not far off, also in the punk section, with brightly died hair and colourful nails.

"Hello" he said with a thick Russian accent. The accent surprised her.

"Hi" she said, with a smile.

"Would you like to go to see a movie?"

Her smile widened. "Sure."

The expression on his face changed. He hadn't planned this far ahead.

"Great!" he said.

She laughed. "Great."

After a brief moment he tried to look around for Reggie but he was facing another direction.

"Do you want my number?" the girl asked.

"Yes please" said Lev in response. She took out a pen and wrote it on a piece of paper which she tore off a notebook and handed it him.

"Here. I'm Melissa. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Lev. Nice to meet you, Melissa" he gave her a firm handshake which had her laughing again.

There was another awkward silence between them but she said sweetly, "Ok, well, I'm going to go home and get ready. Pick me up at 8?"

"OK, 8" he said warmly. She shook her head in bemusement and made her way from the store.

He ran back to Reggie with excitement, showing him the phone number.

"Look!"

"Nice work, my boy, nice work. What time are you picking her up?"

"She said 8."

"Oh, awesome. What movie are you going to see?"

Silence.

"Uncle Reggie?"

"Yeah?"

"What's a movie?"

****

Reggie had broken out laughing in the store when his distant cousin had asked the question. It was quickly cleared up, as Lev of course knew what a 'film' and a 'cinema' were. Lev had called the girl the moment they got home and they had a long, if somewhat awkward chat, before Reggie sent him in a cab to her place.

With some piece and quiet finally established, Reggie put on the Knicks game, and poured himself a glass of wine

He woke up seated on the coach when Lev burst in just before midnight, alone.

"Uncle Reggie!"

"Heya, kid. How was the movie?"

"IT WAS THE GREATEST MOVIE I HAVE EVER SEEN"

Reggie laughed. "That good, huh? What did you see?"

Lev was ready. "It was called HOME ALONE. And it was fantastic!"

"Well, I'm glad you had fun. What did she think? What was her name?"

"And popcorn is the BEST THING EVER."

"Uh-huh, yeah, it's pretty good."

"AND I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND"

"Now we're talking! Attaboy!"

"I WANT TO BE A FILMMAKER. I LOVE AMERICA!"
 
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Heard of the Crimea idea, never heard of Western Belarus, cite?


So then did you really mean to say western part? Since Birobidzhan, in the way, far eastern part, had clearly failed?
Sure did! I've changed that. I will try to find the source for the Western Belarus thing, until then I've removed it.
 
Heard of the Crimea idea, never heard of Western Belarus, cite?


So then did you really mean to say western part? Since Birobidzhan, in the way, far eastern part, had clearly failed?
There's also this:

"In London in the summer of 1941 to meet with Lord Moyne, the newly appointed secretary of state for the colonies, Ben-Gurion made the question of the millions of Jewish refugees the focus of his discussions. Lord Moyne suggested allotting the refugees a territory in East Prussia once the German were expelled in the wake of victory over Hitler. Ben-Gurion, arguing that, "the only way to get Jews to go [to East Prussia] would be with machine guns", insisted that the only real solution to the problem of the Jewish refugees was to bring them all to Palestine."

Jonathan Frankel, "Prophecy and Politics: Socialism, Nationalism, and the Russian Jews, 1862-1917"
 
Interesting I like where this is going, but I’m not a fan of the name, it would be like calling England for Englishland, Sweden for Swedishland etc. while I don’t speak Yiddish, It do seem a unlikely that it’s that different from other Germanic languages. The most obvious name for the country would be Yidland, but the problem here is that the Soviet may not like the religious aspect in that name. Naming it after the region also have a problem with the connection between Prussia (Yiddish: Praysye) and German militarism in popular conscience. The closest I could find to a neutral name would be Pregelland after the Pregel River which dominates East Prussia and Kaliningrad.
 
Interesting I like where this is going, but I’m not a fan of the name, it would be like calling England for Englishland, Sweden for Swedishland etc. while I don’t speak Yiddish, It do seem a unlikely that it’s that different from other Germanic languages. The most obvious name for the country would be Yidland, but the problem here is that the Soviet may not like the religious aspect in that name. Naming it after the region also have a problem with the connection between Prussia (Yiddish: Praysye) and German militarism in popular conscience. The closest I could find to a neutral name would be Pregelland after the Pregel River which dominates East Prussia and Kaliningrad.

The name was designed IOTL to give the impression that secular Yiddish culture was more prominent than it actually was. If that's the direction the story is going it may make sense. Though something like the Jewish Soviet Republic or Jewish People's Republic or something would roll off the tongue better
 
Interesting I like where this is going, but I’m not a fan of the name, it would be like calling England for Englishland, Sweden for Swedishland etc. while I don’t speak Yiddish, It do seem a unlikely that it’s that different from other Germanic languages. The most obvious name for the country would be Yidland, but the problem here is that the Soviet may not like the religious aspect in that name. Naming it after the region also have a problem with the connection between Prussia (Yiddish: Praysye) and German militarism in popular conscience. The closest I could find to a neutral name would be Pregelland after the Pregel River which dominates East Prussia and Kaliningrad.
Hey thanks for the feedback!

Suffice it so say that the reason controversy over the name of the country develops is because of everything you mentioned.

The name (JSSR) was based on the "Jewish Autonomous Oblast"; in line with Soviet policy this is a Union Republic (equivalent to say Lithuania or Belarus). Soviet policy will or course dictate that this is a national homeland for Jewish (Yiddish) people, but emphatically NOT a Jewish state or one designed for the practice of Jewish religion.

As for the name "Yidishland" or "Yiddishland"; the first one is the Yiddish language name for the second; and the term "Yiddishland" is actually used to refer to Yiddish speaking Eastern Europe.

In terms of grammar, I believe the most correct may be "Yidnland"; but again the connotation changes. Because of Soviet influence, this will be a Bundist, anti-Zionist state. In essence, it's a land for the Yiddish speaking people, not a land for Jews.

Edit: also forgive me if I'm wrong, but isn't the German for German "Deutsch"? And therefore "Deutschland" fits the same pattern?
 
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The name was designed IOTL to give the impression that secular Yiddish culture was more prominent than it actually was. If that's the direction the story is going it may make sense. Though something like the Jewish Soviet Republic or Jewish People's Republic or something would roll off the tongue better
Exactly! ITTL, the JSSR doesn't come about because of the great love Stalin had for Yiddish culture; it comes about because no one can agree what to do with East Prussia, so Stalin starts filling it with Jews from the territories they've acquired.

There will be attempts (more successful than OTL) to develop a secular, socialist Yiddish culture (very Bundist) which you can hopefully see it's effects by the middle age family members being less familiar with Judaism, it as largely driven underground. I've met cousins who were raised in the Soviet Union and its astonishing to me how much they don't know about Judaism. (A female cousin visiting my apartment once saw my menorah and was excitedly picked it up "oh my God! You've GOT one of these! That's so cool. It's for the candles, right? Passover?" It says "JEWISH" as nationality on her Soviet era passport. She has a PhD. In the mind of my Soviet cousins, I might as well be a Rabbi or the Vilna Gaon. Which is news to my Rabbi.)

Post independence is going be something else in this country, let me tell ya.

IOTL Gorbachev made attempts to create SEZs but they never really went anywhere (the first one they built was in the far east designed to attract Japanese investment but largely failed in that objective; they considered one in Kaliningrad but it didn't occur. With more local control over economic policy (under Gorbachev, anyway) the JSSR does manage to construct a SEZ in Baltiysk.

And the JSSR would, I believe, attract more FDI per capita than any SSR did OTL, even if alot of it is sort of "Yiddish nationalist investors" like our family the Foxes (Fikses)
 
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A interesting aspect with this being the state of Yiddish speaking people, and the Ashkenazim tradition for urban living could be that the collective farms of Yidishland would be filled up with non-Jews, but who ended up speaking Yiddish.

A problem Yidishland will have when the USSR falls is how it avoided a almost complete exodus of the population, Israel, USA and Germany all offer pretty favorable conditions for emigration.
 
A interesting aspect with this being the state of Yiddish speaking people, and the Ashkenazim tradition for urban living could be that the collective farms of Yidishland would be filled up with non-Jews, but who ended up speaking Yiddish.

A problem Yidishland will have when the USSR falls is how it avoided a almost complete exodus of the population, Israel, USA and Germany all offer pretty favorable conditions for emigration.
Yes, it certainly will be a problem! It might even make Yidishland's leaders consider an arrangement with the EU that doesn't include freedom of movement. But they will also want to pursue European integration to avoid being retaken by Russia. It's a hot mess.

And the language policy before independence will be hit and miss. It will alternate between promoting Yiddish and Russian to varying degrees; so during the Soviet era Russian becomes the primary language of the non-Jewish population (and, as in the Baltic states, most people are likely bilingual).

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OTOH, Yidishland may be an attractive destination for Yiddish speakers and/or anri-Zionist haredim
 
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I really should commission a map as I think it would really help. One thing to note is that ITTL, with the JSSR not part of Russia proper, the border between Poland and Belarus is adjusted ever so slightly so that Suwalki is in Belarus and there is a direct land connection (the Suwalki corridor) connecting Belarus to the JSSR, and separating Poland from Lithuania.
 
A interesting aspect with this being the state of Yiddish speaking people, and the Ashkenazim tradition for urban living could be that the collective farms of Yidishland would be filled up with non-Jews, but who ended up speaking Yiddish.
Yes! Even if not always as there first language. Another interesting aspect will be the post-Soviet relationship between Yidishland and Germany. Minor spoiler: there will be more admiration for Germany in Yidishland than one might immediately expect. During the Soviet era, the JSSR may have a particularly close relationship with the DDR
 
Yes, it certainly will be a problem! It might even make Yidishland's leaders consider an arrangement with the EU that doesn't include freedom of movement. But they will also want to pursue European integration to avoid being retaken by Russia. It's a hot mess.

And the language policy before independence will be hit and miss. It will alternate between promoting Yiddish and Russian to varying degrees; so during the Soviet era Russian becomes the primary language of the non-Jewish population (and, as in the Baltic states, most people are likely bilingual).

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OTOH, Yidishland may be an attractive destination for Yiddish speakers and/or anri-Zionist haredim

If we are talking about a coherent Jewish population in the JSSR, own that is secure, it does not seem obvious to me that there would necessarily be such a wave of emigration as to depopulate the country.

If they would be victims of anti-Semitic oppression in their homeland, well, independence would solve that. They might or might not be able to make common cause with the Balts; Second World War history will pay heavily.

There would definitely be economic incentives to migrate, as there were in the Baltic States, and in addition JSSR Jews would have expedited access to foreign citizenships (Israel particularly, probably also Germany if OTL follows that much). Having the option to leave, however, does not necessarily mean that they will. If anything, the ease of acquiring other citizenships may well make circular migration more viable.

I would expect the country to look like Latvia, lots of emigration but still there.
 
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If we are talking about a coherent Jewish population in the JSSR, own that is secure, it does not seem obvious to me that there would necessarily be such a wave of emigration as to depopulate the country.

If they would be victims of anti-Semitic oppression in their homeland, well, independence would solve that. They might or might not be able to make common cause with the Balts; Second World War history will pay heavily.

There would definitely be economic incentives to migrate, as there were in the Baltic States, and in addition JSSR Jews would have expedited access to foreign citizenships (Israel particularly, probably also Germany if OTL follows that much). Having the option to leave, however, does not necessarily mean that they will. If anything, the ease of acquiring other citizenships may well make circular migration more viable.

I would expect the country to look like Latvia,its if emigration but still there.
Yes absolutely. I will say that the potential and fear of mass emigration looms large, which may effect the way with which the new nations government proceeds with economic liberalization. An economic crash has the possibility to send large waves of economic migrants. But a well-managed transition could actually make it an attractive destination for Jews (and others) from the other former Soviet states if they for whatever reason don't want to move to Israel and/or can't move to the USA or Europe.
 
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Yes absolutely. I will say that the potential and fear of mass emigration looms large, which may effect the way with which the new nations government proceeds with economic liberalization. An economic crash has the possibility to send large waves of economic migrants. But a well-managed transition could actually make it an attractive destination for Jews (and others) from the other former Soviet states if they for whatever reason don't want to move to Israel and/or can't move to the USA or Europe.
Well, for once, I can see Stalin being much more open to allowing USSR Jews to migrate internally than to go to Israel. And it's also worth noting that until Israel wins the war of independence in 1949, the JSSR will be a safer bet for most people.
 
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