He laughed at me: “You again with your stupid ideas, I already told you that it is impossible to hold a Seder in the prison!”
Then I showed him the Pesach Seder Plate. He examined it. Everything was in place. And then he said to me: “But you don’t have wine- it’s impossible without the Four Cups.”
I bent down and took out the water bottle with raisins from under the bunk. The truth is that I wasn’t sure if I would get wine. Hillel uncorked the bottle, smelt, and declared ” real wine.” If that’s the case, come let us sit down and hold the Pesach Seder.”
Thus did I hold a Halachically-correct Pesach Seder in the prison.
The next morning Hillel and all the members of Operation Wedding were freed and emigrated to Israel. For them this was a true “Festival of Exodus from the Gulag.” However, I remained in prison for a further two years. That is what Hashem decreed.
As soon as he arrived in Israel, Hillel Butman told the media how I had held a Pesach Seder in the prison.
The story became “a real Pirsum Haness” – “Publicizing of the Miracle”