Wheelbarrow (Mekazerett): a frame or box for conveying a load, supported at one end by a wheel or wheels, and lifted and pushed at the other by two horizontal shafts.
I watched the sun move from the one side of the mismatched couch to the other as the time ticked away. In the distance I could see an old man hauling pipes off the back of a truck and laying them in the field for irrigation. He wore a dark brown cowboy hat and had sweat patches under his arms as he made his way from the field to where I sat drinking a mug full of lukewarm water. His leather-y face broke into a smile, the wrinkles already embedded in his skin deepening as he revealed his teeth, yellowed over many years. I helped him fix the water pipes and he left me to water the plants in the greenhouse. I like the greenhouse. I like the way it smells like summer rain and damp soil, I like the water from the hose pipe when it runs down my wrist and elbow, dripping on to my shoes, soaking them through. I love the sudden jump of a grasshopper as it tries to escape the droplets of water cascading from the end of the pipe. I could hear him calling me again, this time for a mid morning snack of bread and hummus, with a dash of Zatar. He left me once more to eat in peace and I used the cupit (Spoon) to smear the hummus on my bread. "Amen" we said together over the bread.
I could hear his crusty voice calling to me over the sound of my thoughts as I pulled weeds from the ground with a satisfying crunch as the roots left the earth and ended up in my bucket. He shook me a little and slapped my back, becoming to me to join him for some Nescafe in the cool office. I cleaned my nails as I drank and listened to the banter between the Mazkirah and Motie. The sweet taste made me smile and I felt like I had found my feet again.
I raked together some of the leaves that looked as though they had been left there since Jake had worked there all the way back in Winter, into three neat(ish) piles. I then put them into the Mekazeret and wheeled them to the compost pile.
Motie told me while we worked in the field, that he has put so much of his life into the Farm and he gets little to no respect for it. He loves the farm, and most of it goes to a good cause, and something about Ethiopia and he wants me to speak more Hebrew to him, and I'm really going to try. I think he needs me, just as much as I need him. He's an admirable man, with so much to give to the world and unfortunately he isn't as appreciated as he should be.
Monday, 2 July 2012
Sunday, 1 July 2012
Sex, Drugs and Rock n Roll. Lol.
Friday 29 June
We ran a peulah for the kids of the shule across the road from our house. They played games and made little snakes and it was the cutest thing!
For dinner we went to lily and Jordys host family where they made us feel really welcome. They have a lot of children so they have all these cool family traditions like drinking the kiddush wine in age order and this thing where they touch their eyes, nose, mouth and hands in one of the praters. They were such a lovely family and showed us these funny youtube videos and all their family photo albums. It was so beautiful.
Saturday 30 June
We were invited to one of the daughters from the night befores' dance recital. She dances ballroom, and there is no way in words that I can describe how good she is. Lol. There probably is, but I'm tired and maybe I'll tell you some other time, but for now, just know that she has the most impeccable accuracy and precision. It made me wanna go back to doing ballroom dancing and to realise just how much I loved it and want to do it again.
We ran a peulah for the kids of the shule across the road from our house. They played games and made little snakes and it was the cutest thing!
For dinner we went to lily and Jordys host family where they made us feel really welcome. They have a lot of children so they have all these cool family traditions like drinking the kiddush wine in age order and this thing where they touch their eyes, nose, mouth and hands in one of the praters. They were such a lovely family and showed us these funny youtube videos and all their family photo albums. It was so beautiful.
Saturday 30 June
We were invited to one of the daughters from the night befores' dance recital. She dances ballroom, and there is no way in words that I can describe how good she is. Lol. There probably is, but I'm tired and maybe I'll tell you some other time, but for now, just know that she has the most impeccable accuracy and precision. It made me wanna go back to doing ballroom dancing and to realise just how much I loved it and want to do it again.
A Casual Monkey Suit
Today was probably one of the worst days I've had in a long time. I felt as though I didn't belong anywhere and like I wasn't really doing anything important with my life. I pull out weeds all day, and while yeah, I'm helping out the farm, I just had a sudden rush of feeling useless. It was hot and I felt a little ill and like I juts couldn't deal with the world anymore.
I was sitting on the floor of the green house, when I thought of this, and I decided that I just needed a day to be alone, to get back into the swing of things, and to re-evaluate my life.
I walked home in the beating down sun, took a shower, in freezing cold water and then broke down in tears on my bed and fell asleep for about 6 hours.
On the walk home I had a rush of nostalgia for all the fun we had on Etgar, and I missed JAKe and Rebekkah.
I woke up to Jordy frantically packing to leave for camp.
My eyes fluttered open and closed a few times before I fully regained conciousness.
I was sitting on the floor of the green house, when I thought of this, and I decided that I just needed a day to be alone, to get back into the swing of things, and to re-evaluate my life.
I walked home in the beating down sun, took a shower, in freezing cold water and then broke down in tears on my bed and fell asleep for about 6 hours.
On the walk home I had a rush of nostalgia for all the fun we had on Etgar, and I missed JAKe and Rebekkah.
I woke up to Jordy frantically packing to leave for camp.
My eyes fluttered open and closed a few times before I fully regained conciousness.
Laila Lavan- White Night
We had heard all about the awesome parties in Tel Aviv for the White Night, a night where you're not supposed to sleep but rather stay up all night partying till your heart stops.
It wasn't exactly what we had hoped for, but there were some cool things, and the atmosphere of the city was incredible.
Along the Midra'chov that is affectionately known at Rothschild there were a few things that caught my eye.
The Silent Disco, where you bring your headphones and tune into the DJ dropping some beats and have your own personal party. I thought it was cool.
A little way down there were a few people holding up signs that told you to save the date and be ready for the Love Revolution. I've seen graffiti about it all over the place, but I couldn't understand the pamphlets and the people were standing still so I couldn't ak it, but it was so AWESOME! BAH! I wanted to join in, or do something like that for Netzer.
The Beatles tribute band was fantastic. There were these four guys dressed like complete douches, as though they had walked out of the 70s playing all the best Beatles songs with a crowd of over 200 people singing along in the middle of the street.
Apart from those cool things, we found a rooftop party with all the Australians in the world, I met Jacob, Gals new friend, and we all went down to the Beach and put out toes in the water.
We got a shirut to the bus station and it turned into a party bus almost immediately, and on the train the eight tired teenagers fell asleep to Ryan's constant talking at 4am, and woke up in Haifah and crashed, face first into the mattresses scattered on the floor of the Hashy apartment.
We made pancakes for breakfast.
It wasn't exactly what we had hoped for, but there were some cool things, and the atmosphere of the city was incredible.
Along the Midra'chov that is affectionately known at Rothschild there were a few things that caught my eye.
The Silent Disco, where you bring your headphones and tune into the DJ dropping some beats and have your own personal party. I thought it was cool.
A little way down there were a few people holding up signs that told you to save the date and be ready for the Love Revolution. I've seen graffiti about it all over the place, but I couldn't understand the pamphlets and the people were standing still so I couldn't ak it, but it was so AWESOME! BAH! I wanted to join in, or do something like that for Netzer.
The Beatles tribute band was fantastic. There were these four guys dressed like complete douches, as though they had walked out of the 70s playing all the best Beatles songs with a crowd of over 200 people singing along in the middle of the street.
Apart from those cool things, we found a rooftop party with all the Australians in the world, I met Jacob, Gals new friend, and we all went down to the Beach and put out toes in the water.
We got a shirut to the bus station and it turned into a party bus almost immediately, and on the train the eight tired teenagers fell asleep to Ryan's constant talking at 4am, and woke up in Haifah and crashed, face first into the mattresses scattered on the floor of the Hashy apartment.
We made pancakes for breakfast.
Ye Olde Medieval Night
The first of our Karmi'el Theme Nights:
Shoshanna themed it Medieval so we all put on our best medieval gear, posed for a few silly photos and sat down to a dinner of Onion and Leak Soup, Pumpkin Pie and some roasted Millies (Corn on the cob). For the evenings activities we enjoyed some hot wine cider and ale drinking and a Game of Thrones Marathon. And by marathon I mean we watched a bit of the first episode.
Chofesh of death
Tuesday 19 June
I can't read bus schedules. Its the worst thing in the whole entire world, and the reason that Jackie ended up in Karmi'el on Tuesday afternoon. She came bareing gifts from Sofi including a vuvuzela, salt and vinegar Simba Chips, Mint chocolae and some Dream chocolate. The best of all though was the Heat Magazine. Lol. I love Heat.
For dinner we all went out for Pizza. OMNOMNOM.
Wednesday 20 June
Lily, Jackie and I managed to pack our bags and head off to the bus station to catch the 7 am bus to Jerusalem.
I sat huddled in a corner of the bus, right at the back, with two people that couldn't have changed my life any more than they already did. I was half asleep, my eyes flickering open and closed watching the scenery change with every blacked out moment. Trees disappeared from the landscapes only to be replaced with desert and mountains and then the buildings that I had called home for so long. I felt comforted.
For lunch I had an Ice Cafe, and missed Rebekkah.
We made our way through the dirty streets of Jerusalem to Gan Ha'atsmaut for a little picnic of chocolate and liqurish. This would be the first stop on our Hoboing around Jruz excursion.
We stopped by the Museum on the Seam and pretentiously analysed some of the pieces and pretended to be uppity and snooty, but the illusion was soon shattered by our hippie-ness in the tree outside.
For dinner we stoppped by the Supermarket at the top of King George street and picked up a few things for a stir fry. We ate about three free ice creams each and with our fingers sticky from the dripping ice lollies we set off for Mors house down the road.
We all squished into the tiny little elevator to the 3rd floor and fell out onto the floor outsidew her house in hysterics and true hobo fashion.
Dinner was a beautiful affair. Cross lewgged on the floor we all sat around a bright blue table decorated with things both proudly South African and Israelie. Our israelies spoke animatedly about politics, I was only able to pick up a few words, but every so often they translated.
Lily and I spooned on the bed that had been our home for the first three days of shant, and after giggling for a ittle while, I fell asleep.
Thursday 21 June
I awoke to the sounds of trucks ion the street below, transporting what I could only imagine to be something very important for them to be making such a noise at that time of the morning.
I hung out in the house for a few hours while Lily went off and had her own adventures in the doctors office. There was also this whole debarcle about her cell phone being stuck under her seat in the bus and all these people trying to help her get it out.
On the shirut we met a lovely woman who decided that we would be here american friends and that we knew where everything was. She kept asking annoying questions.
When we arrived in Tel Aviv, we went straight to the embassy and battled through the bag people and went to the counter and had to deal with the woman behind the counter. Up until this point everything had been going quite well, and we didn't think that it would stop. but, BAM! A huge pile of terribleness to ruin our lovely chofesh in Tel Aviv.
Our Visas were denied and sitting at the table when they told us was the worst feeling in the world. I felt like my stomach was gonna fall out my butt, and yes, that is a Mean Girls quote. But so relevant.
In the cool comfort of Jade's Mom's house, on the clean white floor of the living room/kitchen area, we had a pity party complete with English Breakfast Tean and Cookie Dough Ice Cream. Our weekend couldn't have gotten any worse if the whole world had fallen apart, and we were invaded by ... Aliens...
But Dan Rattan joined our pitty party and took our ind off things with his pointless, but undoubtedly adorable Dan-Rattan-Stories-About-Nothing and made everything fee la little less crappy.
We went out for ice cream, the second of the day, and all stood outside the ice cream shop in the cool breeze of the afternoon air. We said our awkward goodbyes and Jade, Lily and I went our separate ways and found ourselves watching the blue and orange sunset, flecked with purple clouds that shone like gems as the sun hyit them in just the right way.
We spoke about the way we want Kami'el to go, and all the new exciting ideas we could put into practice and how we work as a Cavutza and how we work as a movement.
Friday 22 June
Back to Jerusalem!
It was about 5pm before we got on yet another Monit Sherut headded for Jerusalem. With a little bit of bargaining we convinced the shirut driver to take us directly to the park at the bottom of King George street. Convenient! Woooo!
We met Micha'el by chance also lost and confused as to where we would be meeting everyone, so we took it upon ourselves to pick the spot.
The grassy clearing we had chosen for our Shabbat Picnic quickly filled up. Rina, the past Shaliach and reason that Netzer South Africa Exists, along with Jackie, tall and bouncy with her short, dark hair puilled back and held with her sunglasses, Gozlan, scarf, guitar in hand and finally Anat, quick tongue and sharp wit at the ready, all arrived. As we ate Avocado mush on challah and fished around in the semi darkness of the setting sun, we welcomed the Shabbt with songs and melodies played inbetween shouts of "Your Mom" back and forth across the circle between Gozlan and Anat.
As the melodies of songs sung so many times before, and perfected over months of practice rolled off his fingertips and onto the strings that he plucked, I watched in awe, as I normally do. His voice was scratchy from too many cigarettes and her voice high, sweet, as though an angel was singing from above. Together they sounded as beautiful as if they had been made to complete each other. The only problem was that they would never be together. Gentle plucking from a ukulele broke the harmony with sudden sounds of an odd tune, she sang like the soul of an African beat inside her and like she had finally come home to the place that she truly loved and needed. Drumming erupted from my left side and as the beat caught the rhythm that had been floating through the air I blew into the tiny little holes searching for the sound that would carry my own spirit through the music and as we all sat in the dark of the Holy City, we were one voice singing the songs that made our hearts smile and soar like the birds above us.
At Noas house the music continued to come and go as people entered and left the room thatw was so filled with peopole and personalities and all the love in the world that one person could give to another and in unison we all sang the words that make my life what it is.
"Hanach l'raglai l'lechet lama kom sheli bi' ohev. Oftach li'bi lehove et hamakom, lamakom elav raglai holchot"
Saturday 23 June
Breakfast in Jerusalem under a tree that didn't take all that long to find with Jackie and Lily made me so happy. We ate left overs from the night before and spoke animatedly about our lives as if there was no time in the world to catch everything up. We parted ways out side the old city and off to tEl aviv to catch a shirut to haifa and eventually the little town of Karmi'el.
Sunday 24 June
Bus to Akko 14sheck
Train to Tel Aviv 55 sheck
Shirut to Rehov Rothchild 6 sheck
Cupanoodles 12sheck
Avos 3sheck
Scary walk to Jades house and getting lost three times but arriving to a lovely cool house and sleeping on a cloud bed with three of my favorite friends in the whole wide world
Priceless.
Monday 25 June
My Backpack got stuck in the little cupboard at the Embassy and the stupid American guy was like "Well, lets just give this a little twist!" and proceeded to jiggle with the locker for about 15 minutes.
He kept making jokes about spies because I had the 007 locker and it was just a super awkward moment in my life, Gawd.
I can't read bus schedules. Its the worst thing in the whole entire world, and the reason that Jackie ended up in Karmi'el on Tuesday afternoon. She came bareing gifts from Sofi including a vuvuzela, salt and vinegar Simba Chips, Mint chocolae and some Dream chocolate. The best of all though was the Heat Magazine. Lol. I love Heat.
For dinner we all went out for Pizza. OMNOMNOM.
Wednesday 20 June
Lily, Jackie and I managed to pack our bags and head off to the bus station to catch the 7 am bus to Jerusalem.
I sat huddled in a corner of the bus, right at the back, with two people that couldn't have changed my life any more than they already did. I was half asleep, my eyes flickering open and closed watching the scenery change with every blacked out moment. Trees disappeared from the landscapes only to be replaced with desert and mountains and then the buildings that I had called home for so long. I felt comforted.
For lunch I had an Ice Cafe, and missed Rebekkah.
We made our way through the dirty streets of Jerusalem to Gan Ha'atsmaut for a little picnic of chocolate and liqurish. This would be the first stop on our Hoboing around Jruz excursion.
We stopped by the Museum on the Seam and pretentiously analysed some of the pieces and pretended to be uppity and snooty, but the illusion was soon shattered by our hippie-ness in the tree outside.
For dinner we stoppped by the Supermarket at the top of King George street and picked up a few things for a stir fry. We ate about three free ice creams each and with our fingers sticky from the dripping ice lollies we set off for Mors house down the road.
We all squished into the tiny little elevator to the 3rd floor and fell out onto the floor outsidew her house in hysterics and true hobo fashion.
Dinner was a beautiful affair. Cross lewgged on the floor we all sat around a bright blue table decorated with things both proudly South African and Israelie. Our israelies spoke animatedly about politics, I was only able to pick up a few words, but every so often they translated.
Lily and I spooned on the bed that had been our home for the first three days of shant, and after giggling for a ittle while, I fell asleep.
Thursday 21 June
I awoke to the sounds of trucks ion the street below, transporting what I could only imagine to be something very important for them to be making such a noise at that time of the morning.
I hung out in the house for a few hours while Lily went off and had her own adventures in the doctors office. There was also this whole debarcle about her cell phone being stuck under her seat in the bus and all these people trying to help her get it out.
On the shirut we met a lovely woman who decided that we would be here american friends and that we knew where everything was. She kept asking annoying questions.
When we arrived in Tel Aviv, we went straight to the embassy and battled through the bag people and went to the counter and had to deal with the woman behind the counter. Up until this point everything had been going quite well, and we didn't think that it would stop. but, BAM! A huge pile of terribleness to ruin our lovely chofesh in Tel Aviv.
Our Visas were denied and sitting at the table when they told us was the worst feeling in the world. I felt like my stomach was gonna fall out my butt, and yes, that is a Mean Girls quote. But so relevant.
In the cool comfort of Jade's Mom's house, on the clean white floor of the living room/kitchen area, we had a pity party complete with English Breakfast Tean and Cookie Dough Ice Cream. Our weekend couldn't have gotten any worse if the whole world had fallen apart, and we were invaded by ... Aliens...
But Dan Rattan joined our pitty party and took our ind off things with his pointless, but undoubtedly adorable Dan-Rattan-Stories-About-Nothing and made everything fee la little less crappy.
We went out for ice cream, the second of the day, and all stood outside the ice cream shop in the cool breeze of the afternoon air. We said our awkward goodbyes and Jade, Lily and I went our separate ways and found ourselves watching the blue and orange sunset, flecked with purple clouds that shone like gems as the sun hyit them in just the right way.
We spoke about the way we want Kami'el to go, and all the new exciting ideas we could put into practice and how we work as a Cavutza and how we work as a movement.
Friday 22 June
Back to Jerusalem!
It was about 5pm before we got on yet another Monit Sherut headded for Jerusalem. With a little bit of bargaining we convinced the shirut driver to take us directly to the park at the bottom of King George street. Convenient! Woooo!
We met Micha'el by chance also lost and confused as to where we would be meeting everyone, so we took it upon ourselves to pick the spot.
The grassy clearing we had chosen for our Shabbat Picnic quickly filled up. Rina, the past Shaliach and reason that Netzer South Africa Exists, along with Jackie, tall and bouncy with her short, dark hair puilled back and held with her sunglasses, Gozlan, scarf, guitar in hand and finally Anat, quick tongue and sharp wit at the ready, all arrived. As we ate Avocado mush on challah and fished around in the semi darkness of the setting sun, we welcomed the Shabbt with songs and melodies played inbetween shouts of "Your Mom" back and forth across the circle between Gozlan and Anat.
As the melodies of songs sung so many times before, and perfected over months of practice rolled off his fingertips and onto the strings that he plucked, I watched in awe, as I normally do. His voice was scratchy from too many cigarettes and her voice high, sweet, as though an angel was singing from above. Together they sounded as beautiful as if they had been made to complete each other. The only problem was that they would never be together. Gentle plucking from a ukulele broke the harmony with sudden sounds of an odd tune, she sang like the soul of an African beat inside her and like she had finally come home to the place that she truly loved and needed. Drumming erupted from my left side and as the beat caught the rhythm that had been floating through the air I blew into the tiny little holes searching for the sound that would carry my own spirit through the music and as we all sat in the dark of the Holy City, we were one voice singing the songs that made our hearts smile and soar like the birds above us.
At Noas house the music continued to come and go as people entered and left the room thatw was so filled with peopole and personalities and all the love in the world that one person could give to another and in unison we all sang the words that make my life what it is.
"Hanach l'raglai l'lechet lama kom sheli bi' ohev. Oftach li'bi lehove et hamakom, lamakom elav raglai holchot"
Saturday 23 June
Breakfast in Jerusalem under a tree that didn't take all that long to find with Jackie and Lily made me so happy. We ate left overs from the night before and spoke animatedly about our lives as if there was no time in the world to catch everything up. We parted ways out side the old city and off to tEl aviv to catch a shirut to haifa and eventually the little town of Karmi'el.
Sunday 24 June
Bus to Akko 14sheck
Train to Tel Aviv 55 sheck
Shirut to Rehov Rothchild 6 sheck
Cupanoodles 12sheck
Avos 3sheck
Scary walk to Jades house and getting lost three times but arriving to a lovely cool house and sleeping on a cloud bed with three of my favorite friends in the whole wide world
Priceless.
Monday 25 June
My Backpack got stuck in the little cupboard at the Embassy and the stupid American guy was like "Well, lets just give this a little twist!" and proceeded to jiggle with the locker for about 15 minutes.
He kept making jokes about spies because I had the 007 locker and it was just a super awkward moment in my life, Gawd.
Life with a Dash of Zatar
Saturday 16 June
We woke up bright and early for a meeting with Galit where she showed us how to use a mop, hand brush, toilet brush, tooth brush, hair brush, and told us a whole bunch of information that we all forgot as soon as she had said it.
We decorated the apartment for the rest of the day, having a nice long break for swimming before lunch. Michael joined us for our first official lunch as a kommuna in Karmiel and told us to start thinking about where we would like to have our sikkum seminar sending us all back into hysterics about missing the Northerners.
Dinner.
Sunday 17 June
I volunteer at a place called K'var Yeladim, wich is an Agricultural Farm that teaches children about the importance of agriculture, and is owned and run by an old man named Motie. My first experience in my new place of volunteering was something I'll never forget.
I sat in the office on the chair right in the middle of the room, people sitting all around me having what seemed to be an intense staff meeting and birthday celebration. I was drinking my coffee listening to speeches about how wonderful one of the teachers is, when I spilt my coffee everywhere. Panic. Already it was a super tense environment, I was new, I couldn't understand what was going on and now everyone was looking at me struggle with life, whereas before I had been doing so well being quiet and trying not to move.
I was dismissed and spent the rest of my morning watering plants in Green House Number Two and hanging out on the couch before, thankfully, Galit, Josh and Jade showed up to rescue me.
Sitting on the roof of the building with Lily that night, discussing life, just like we used to in Etgar, way back in the beginning of Shnat was a surreal experience. In a way I felt as though I was really there, and in some ways I didn't. Back on the flat everyone was hanging out in Shoshuahs room smoking hubbly and hangng out.
The night sky over Karmi'el is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. For as far as the eye can see, tere are lights and dark patches of mountains and you can tell where one city or town ends and where another begins.
Monday 18 June
The next day I was volunteering with Josh and Shanna. Shanna and I spent the morning pruneing and replanting geraniums and these other plants that I can never remember the name of. We took a break for lunch with Josh and Motie. Fresh pierot (vegetables) from his farm and hummus with techinah, zatar and harbeh (a lot) olive oil.
We spent the afternoon repotting herbs for the herb garden and playing a rediculous game of "Guess the thing I'm thinking of" where the thing varied from Chaim Shalom to Mark Lazar and the Pringles Man.
That night, Gal came to visit and coaxed everyone into watching this weird movie, which ofcourse, I fell asleep in.
That night we all went up to the roof and hung out listening to music and eating chocolate chip pancakes.
This all accompanied with existencial crisies about socialism and my own personla freak out about being a terrible person. Meh. Just an average day on Shnat.
We woke up bright and early for a meeting with Galit where she showed us how to use a mop, hand brush, toilet brush, tooth brush, hair brush, and told us a whole bunch of information that we all forgot as soon as she had said it.
We decorated the apartment for the rest of the day, having a nice long break for swimming before lunch. Michael joined us for our first official lunch as a kommuna in Karmiel and told us to start thinking about where we would like to have our sikkum seminar sending us all back into hysterics about missing the Northerners.
Dinner.
Sunday 17 June
I volunteer at a place called K'var Yeladim, wich is an Agricultural Farm that teaches children about the importance of agriculture, and is owned and run by an old man named Motie. My first experience in my new place of volunteering was something I'll never forget.
I sat in the office on the chair right in the middle of the room, people sitting all around me having what seemed to be an intense staff meeting and birthday celebration. I was drinking my coffee listening to speeches about how wonderful one of the teachers is, when I spilt my coffee everywhere. Panic. Already it was a super tense environment, I was new, I couldn't understand what was going on and now everyone was looking at me struggle with life, whereas before I had been doing so well being quiet and trying not to move.
I was dismissed and spent the rest of my morning watering plants in Green House Number Two and hanging out on the couch before, thankfully, Galit, Josh and Jade showed up to rescue me.
Sitting on the roof of the building with Lily that night, discussing life, just like we used to in Etgar, way back in the beginning of Shnat was a surreal experience. In a way I felt as though I was really there, and in some ways I didn't. Back on the flat everyone was hanging out in Shoshuahs room smoking hubbly and hangng out.
The night sky over Karmi'el is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. For as far as the eye can see, tere are lights and dark patches of mountains and you can tell where one city or town ends and where another begins.
Monday 18 June
The next day I was volunteering with Josh and Shanna. Shanna and I spent the morning pruneing and replanting geraniums and these other plants that I can never remember the name of. We took a break for lunch with Josh and Motie. Fresh pierot (vegetables) from his farm and hummus with techinah, zatar and harbeh (a lot) olive oil.
We spent the afternoon repotting herbs for the herb garden and playing a rediculous game of "Guess the thing I'm thinking of" where the thing varied from Chaim Shalom to Mark Lazar and the Pringles Man.
That night, Gal came to visit and coaxed everyone into watching this weird movie, which ofcourse, I fell asleep in.
That night we all went up to the roof and hung out listening to music and eating chocolate chip pancakes.
This all accompanied with existencial crisies about socialism and my own personla freak out about being a terrible person. Meh. Just an average day on Shnat.
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