Beating back the homesick blues on Passover, with a little help from some fellow expats.
Special To The Jewish Week
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“I call it ‘The Orphanage’,” Elad Kabilio laughs. He’s referring to a conglomerate of borrowed tables, each a different height, which — when pushed together and camouflaged by a white cloth — becomes a large seder table. Surrounded by 20 to 30 mismatched chairs, it takes up the entire living room in his Hell’s Kitchen apartment. “It’s where people without their families come.”