It's been more than forty years since I visited Israel for the first time. Stepping onto the ground at Ben Gurion Airport, I felt a profound connection to Israel. I have not been back since the mid 1980s, but that feeling has never left me.
I saw what I believe to have been Israeli Arabs, pouring coffee for the chilled crowds awaiting the return of 3 hostages. The Golden pots looked like something from a Persian Marketplace. You were on your own magical carpet ride that day you describe. Shalom.
It would appear we have something in common 😉
It's been more than forty years since I visited Israel for the first time. Stepping onto the ground at Ben Gurion Airport, I felt a profound connection to Israel. I have not been back since the mid 1980s, but that feeling has never left me.
Such acceptance, understanding and peace, strong but fragile enough to be shattered by a single word or by a single person. Am Yisrael Chai
I do look forward to your writing which is delicious. You are the “Cat’s
Pajamas .”
I saw what I believe to have been Israeli Arabs, pouring coffee for the chilled crowds awaiting the return of 3 hostages. The Golden pots looked like something from a Persian Marketplace. You were on your own magical carpet ride that day you describe. Shalom.