Category: Israel
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Looking at homes. Dreaming of living there. Looking back. Or forward? All I need is my own place. In Katamon. Tu bi Av. A love day? A dream day? A Nachamu? No consolation for me. Not now. Not ever?
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The beauty of this land The magic in its air When will I call you mine? It is intolerable to think that I have to leave so soon. I want to see and do so much more. I miss my mother and daughters immensely, but I’d rather have them here with me than me there.…
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So it is a Friday, and that means that my morning is spent at the famous Mahane Yehuda shuk – an open street market, big, loud, great in its smells, crowds, and colors. The amount of people there on a Friday is hard to imagine. Everyone is walking, checking, looking, shouting, buying, selling, and just…
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Here, at Pardes I like all of my teachers. Otherwise I wouldn’t have taken their classes, right? But a person, whose class and relationship with I treasure the most is, definitely, Yaffa Epstein. Yaffa is a reason I am coming to Pardes for the second year and plan on coming again, B’H. I am not…
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For the last few days, I find myself walking the streets of the city I love the most, Jerusalem. Not only I am in the place the very air of which makes me breathe easier even through the heat, but I am blessed to be learning at the institution that brings people together based only…
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Today is nineteen years since I’ve arrived in this blessed land of the USA. We came here as a family. Since then we lost two most beloved male members of it. And – we gained two most amazing little girls. The circle of life? How did we fare here? Am I grateful, sad, indifferent, cheerful? I…
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В этом городе звезды так близко – рукою подать В этом городе воздух напоен лавандой и мятой В эту ночь как спою я Тебе о любви? Your night’s stars are so close, I can touch them by hand Satiated Your air with lavender smell Where find the words for my love song to You, When…
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I love poetry, but for some reason, when I try my hand at it, everything comes out so depressing, that one might cry. Nevertheless, I am going to put it here for your critique. My little things are not really poetry, I wouldn’t dare call it that way, but just little try-outs. Torah, Jewishness, Israel…
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Not sure if I ever mentioned this, but I am in love with Jewish learning. I am trying my best to match up to my new countrymen that had all the studying opportunities I was never able to experience in the Soviet Union. To set the record straight, the education system, generally, was much better there.…
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There is really nothing to say today – only cry. Cry out of pain, out of anger, and out of helplessness of normalcy in relation to terror and murder. Today, when the news broke about the brutal murder of an innocent 13-year-old Israeli girl sleeping soundly in her bed by a 17-year-old Arab attacker, all I…
Noshing Across the Nation 