<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:20:23.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry in Israel</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the blog about my life in Israel.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-6365310850866681894</id><published>2009-09-02T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:06:22.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The past few weeks have been an absolute blur here. I'll try to break down exactly what has been happening during this time period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;גדנ"ע (Gadna)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gadna is a week long army experience designed for Israeli Teenagers to prepare themselves for what the army will be like. The word גדנ"ע in Hebrew is actually an abbreviation for גדודי נוער. Literally this means 'teen brigades.' In the days of the פלמ"ח (Palmach), before the state and the army officially existed, this was a way of training future soldiers. I guess little has changed but the formalities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Gadna experience was a bit different as the entirety of the week was spent with only Garin Tzabar participants. Unlike some Israeli teens, our motivation to join the army is not a question. We came here and joined the Garin Tzabar project to be a part of the IDF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week was spent getting up early, running from place to place, eating bad food, standing at attention, doing pushups, lifting heavy objects while running, and drinking lots of water. We learned how to stay hidden in nature during our 'field day.' We learned how to properly handle firearms and can now recite the rules and regulations from memory. Most importantly we learned how important it is to work as a team to accomplish goals set forth. My צוות (team) was awarded best in our platoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During our last day of Gadna most of us finally got our new cellphones! I haven't had a new phone in about 4 years now. My old Motorola is about dead and it was time to move on. Now I have a brand new Nokia 5800 XpressMusic. It works great, but the best part is Garin Tzabar has a special plan for us which is even cheaper than normal soldier rates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;צו רישון (First Call Up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August 31st was the date of my צו רישון or my first army call up. Most Israelis have this day some time during sophomore or junior year of high school. It gives them about 2 years to figure out what they want to do in the army, take care of health issues, and make other important decisions. For me this is happening 3 months before I am drafted. It makes the process a bit more stressful. What is the צו רישון?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sav Rishon is a day of testing...all kinds of testing. All of this testing is done at the local draft office, mine being in Tiberias. You begin by receiving a plastic card with a magnetic stripe. Its your ID for the day. In it is programed your Teudat Zehut number and personal information. Remember Teudat Zehut is the official ID card in Israel and its number is much like the US social security number. With this magnetic card you swipe it through a scanner in a computer and you begin to wait. Most of the day is waiting in between tests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I had a personal interview with a lovely female soldier. She asked me all about my life. Where I was from, my parents ages, my family situation, how many friends I have, what my education was like. All of this sounds irrelevant, but they're building a profile of who I am and what kind of environment I'm used to. Here they also administer a Hebrew language test. Mostly listening and reading, but I also had to tell a story to prove I know how to communicate. This whole interview places you on a quantifiable scale called “dapar.” Basically its your social well being number. You don't get to find out what your dapar is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next I was sent to another computer...another swipe and I was set to wait for my health tests. A urine test for proteins and general health is followed by a height/weight measurement and eye exam. Next a doctor checks out your health history from medical records and quickly examines your back and feet. This is then quantified into a number as well. 97 is the highest physical profile. Why 97 and not 100? The joke is, no male is totally complete because of the circumcision. Maybe its true, maybe it isn't. Either way the health profiles are: 97/82/76/64/45/30/24. Seems random, but 76 and higher can be combat soldiers. I got a 97 on my physical profile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next swipe leads to an intelligence test called the Psychotechnic test. Its a test of shapes and patterns. It can be taken in any language, because intelligence doesn't always mean Hebrew fluency. This test is graded on a scale of 40-56. Again quite random, but 54 and higher means possibility of officer training. A score of 55 or 56 means you have the intelligence to go to pilot school. Like your dapar, this number, called 'caba,' remains a mystery until later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this test I had a personal interview with an army social worker. This was to arrange my status as a lone soldier. She explained to me my rights. Specifically my extra salary and my rent assistance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this most people have a personal interview with an officer after this. Because I have a degree and a few years more experience than the average 18 year old, this step was skipped. I'd love to tell you more about it, but I wasn't there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole day took from 8am to 5pm and the only perk I got was a free sandwich and drink with that magnetic swipe card. However, now I'm in the army system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;יום סידור (Errand Day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we all went into Kyriat Shmone to run errands around town. It was a day of great accomplishment today. My bank account is now open and has money in it. I also now have a two credit cards in my name from Bank Leumi, my new bank! Next I arranged my new health insurance provider Clalit. I also started the process of switching my drivers license from Wisconsin to Israeli. It mostly involved a picture and an eye test. More will come on that front as the process, like anything here, takes lots of time and many steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend is a closed Shabbat on the Kibbutz and I'll be uploading pictures then when some extra bandwith opens up on our internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-6365310850866681894?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/6365310850866681894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=6365310850866681894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/6365310850866681894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/6365310850866681894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2009/09/blur.html' title='A Blur'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-2200326928854292423</id><published>2009-08-14T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T07:16:32.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shabbat on the Kibbutz</title><content type='html'>Shabbat Shalom everyone!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend is an 'open shabbat' for the Garin. This phrase 'open shabbat' is one I'm going to have to get used too. It means that this weekend we are allowed to leave the Kibbutz to visit friends or family elsewhere. Most of the people in the Garin bolted for the gate as soon as possible. I decided to stay for Shabbat. Mostly because Brett isn't open for this shabbat. That has something to do with the fact that he's being released from the Army on Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...an open shabbat on the Kibbutz starts Thursday afternoon. The kibbutz gives people rides down to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naharia"&gt;Naharia&lt;/a&gt;, a major rail hub of Israel. For the nine of us staying on the kibbutz its mostly a chance to relax. Yesterday evening those who stayed went go karting a bit down the mountain. I don't want to brag, but I did get the best lap time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight will be shabbat dinner in the dining hall and fun at the pub. The rest of the Garin doesn't return until Sunday evening...so we have ample time to relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shabbat Shalom everyone, hope yours is as relaxing as mine will be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-2200326928854292423?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/2200326928854292423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=2200326928854292423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/2200326928854292423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/2200326928854292423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2009/08/shabbat-on-kibbutz.html' title='Shabbat on the Kibbutz'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-2160976208368413181</id><published>2009-08-05T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:39:24.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/Snnf6rcuWVI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/fw0U2xlVQf0/s1600-h/IMG_1630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/Snnf6rcuWVI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/fw0U2xlVQf0/s320/IMG_1630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here it is loyal blog readers...its my first offical documentation of Israeli citizenship. Its called a Teudat Oleh. Basically it is an immigrant's first ID and a documentation of all his/her benifits from the government.Its one of those documents that seems pretty useless when you first get it. For instance, I would like to open a bank account. Why, because without a bank account I can't get a cell phone or get money. The cell phone being more important to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, despite the fact that my Teudat Oleh does have my official Israeli ID number, it is insufficient to actually open the bank account or get the cell phone.It is one of those documents that when you need it, you really need it. You need it to set up your Sal Klitah, the government stipened for new Immigrants during they first 6 months. I'm also eligable for 6 months of unemployment after the Sal Klitah runs its course. You need your Teudat Oleh to get these benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more about the benefits of an Oleh Chadash in Israel check out this link &lt;a href="http://www.nbn.co.il/site/kb/questions/130/Benefits+%26+Rights+for+Olim+Chadashim"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/Snnf66mScBI/AAAAAAAAEzY/XUWyLH18Jao/s1600-h/IMG_1632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/Snnf66mScBI/AAAAAAAAEzY/XUWyLH18Jao/s320/IMG_1632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my horrible picture...absolutely aweful. Why are my ID pictures always so bad? Anyway, the number under the artful grey censorship is my official ID number for the State of Israel. Sort of like a social security number. Like the social security number in the US its needed for almost everything important. Unlike in the US, the numbers are issued in numerical order. All my friends who are previous immigrants have closely examined my number and said things like: "Wow they're already in the 33's." or "Yeah mines a 31, but I came 7 years ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow afternoon is the offical opening of Garin Tzabar 2009. There will be a ceremony at Tel Aviv University. 215 particpants will be inducted into the project for this year and we will be living at 9 different Kibbutzim. The most in the history of the project! You can watch the ceremony online tomorrow morning at 7am EST. Check out the link &lt;a href="http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?et=1102661350476&amp;amp;s=6494&amp;amp;e=00136skM4PGEQB6vk8oo12MZeQw37tIcuu-lXJOUVhhygI9mSj_q4xxlGcMh2yqbkXhLqYWmcWXqUruWNCQLSgRWuwqvrZ7TKNsL1Kz6ZOQjI3ZtPJgD237lS-OKHyw-KVX2cYomZbvPMQcGrruUodV3SB2frHZMAA3FUsSL5Dm7tbn9NpEoTV2J3PgtIylOuWHtlKG-vsImlzpQ20O5oml75xWFevRjgjb"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post again soon, but no promises. After the cermony we are moving to the Kibbutz and I don't really know what the situation will be for the first few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just posted some pictures of my summer trip to Boston! Check them out at my Picasa website.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-2160976208368413181?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/2160976208368413181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=2160976208368413181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/2160976208368413181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/2160976208368413181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-life.html' title='A New Life!'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/Snnf6rcuWVI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/fw0U2xlVQf0/s72-c/IMG_1630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-3210850365722511123</id><published>2009-03-15T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:15:17.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Ahead</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been thinking a great deal about the future. Its a fairly obvious topic for this time of year at HUC Jerusalem. We're in the home streatch here as purim has passed us by. In a little bit it will be Passover and before you know it its May and finals will hit us all like a ton of bricks. My classmates are all working on securing their summer jobs, finding new places to live, buying cars, and picking up their lives again from where they left off.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a few short weeks people in my class will start their packing to head back to the United States and Canada. My reflection group will be having a discussion about 'What we will be packing with us' when we head home. I jokingly said to them: a very small backpack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last blog post was about the counter I have counting up on my facebook page. Well today I added a new counter: My Countdown to עליה! It say that from today I have 141 days until I make Ayliah. Writing that sent shivers down my spine. 141 days from now I will be here in Israel as a citizen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm sure that most of my readers (all 5 or so of you) have talked to me about my plans, but I haven't really talked about exactly why I'm doing this. I've compilied a small list...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100 years ago Minneapolis Minnesota was a fairly large flour milling town on the Missisipi river. Milwaukee Wisconsin was a small little town on Lake Michigan. Tel Aviv didn't even exist! Haifa was a tiny port city that wasn't worth mentioning on most maps. Be'er Sheva wasn't a city at all! 100 years later and Tel Aviv is the cultural capital of a modern state. Haifa is a booming and diverse city and Be'er Sheva is the metropolis of the desert. I look at everything that's been built here and say to myself 'I want to be a part of this!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walk down the streets of Israel on Friday night and there is one thing you'll hear. 'Shabbat Shalom!' Saturday night its 'Shavuah Tov!' On Holidays its 'Chag Sameach!' Its hard not to live the Jewish calendar here. Life just marches to the beat of Judiasm's drum. I want to live here and feel that every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking ahead...not to packing for the United States, but to packing for my return trip...packing for my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-3210850365722511123?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/3210850365722511123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=3210850365722511123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3210850365722511123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3210850365722511123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2009/03/looking-ahead.html' title='Looking Ahead'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-3854862426355581794</id><published>2009-03-01T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:24:17.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>500</title><content type='html'>About 501 days ago...I was getting on a plane in New York bound for Israel. Life seemed very uncertain at the time. Where was I going to live in Israel? How was I going to like living in a land so foreign to my own? What would my life be like for the next 18 months?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am exactly 500 days abroad. In all of that time I've seen and done incredible things. On this the 500th day of my adventure I'll recap a few of the great things I've done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swam in the Mediterranian, and I did it within 2 hours of being here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lived in the Jezreel Valley, Israel's bread basket and home to many Kibbutzim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worked in a Screw Factory, where no one spoke English! (Oh So Many Jokes about the Factory)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lived in a Desert climate...very different from where I've ever lived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learned to speak a language both ancient and modern all at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drank tea with Beduins (real Beduins not the tourist ones who take you on camel rides)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smoked Nargila on the side of a Jordainan Highway with my cab driver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stood next to the giant temples of Petra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice Skated in Metulla at the Canada Center&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wandered the streets of Tel Aviv (The first Modern Hebrew City, celebrating its 100th birthday this year.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picked Olives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eaten Hummus fresh (Yes it does taste better warm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched the sun set over the Golden Dome and the Kotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strolled down the Cardo like my ancestors did thousands of years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Military Ceremonies and watched my best friend become a soldier (albiet a lazy one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've visited the capitals of Europe (well France, England, Germany, Holland, Spain, and Belgium)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept in airports (on purpose)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eaten French Cheeses so exclusive, its against the law to export them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ridden the bus from London to Paris...yeah I took a ferry to Dunkirk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seen the Mona Lisa...pretty over hyped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate real fish and chips...with malt vinegar and everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wandered the grounds of Versalles (and yes the tour guide was angry at me for reminding him the German Kaiser was crowned there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stood under the Brandenburg Gate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eaten Bratwurst at the Reichstag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cried at Anne Frank's house in Amsterdam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw more Van Gogh paintings than I ever thought exsisted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked the red-light district also in Amsterdam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate Stroopwaffels (Dutch is an awesome language by the way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sipped German beer and found it to be not nearly as good as Dutch beer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked in the Placio Real in Madrid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learned that wine brings all people together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found that just a smile and a hello can make strangers into friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grown up a whole lot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a crazy ride so far. By my estimate I have about 75ish more days before I return to the United States, but it won't be for long. See there's one thing I've found these past 500 days that trumps all of these exprience. I feel at home here in Israel and I've decided to make the dream a reality. So I guess that in August when I return there won't be any need for a countdown or a count up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-3854862426355581794?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/3854862426355581794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=3854862426355581794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3854862426355581794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3854862426355581794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2009/03/500.html' title='500'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-4897686522484052503</id><published>2009-01-05T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:40:29.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sitting here in the Library at HUC trying to study for my exams. Why am I not able to focus? Well other than the normal internet related distractions like facebook and hockey scores, there's a war going on in my backyard. It’s been on my mind since the whole thing started two weeks ago. I'll never be able to forget exactly where I was when it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I woke up in the morning on Kibbutz Yiftah ready have latkes with my friends to cure my awful hangover. As we grated potatoes we switched on CNN just to see what was going on in the world. Turns out the sky was falling down on top of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Suddenly all across the Garin area of the Kibbutz cell phones were ringing. Not calls from parents or friends but rather calls from army superiors telling their soldiers to skip the laundry and be on the first bus back to base. Just like that a week vacation for some or just a weekend off for others got canceled. It was a stark realization to everyone there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Reports started to filter down to us as to which units were being called up and where they were headed. It sounded like a dance of line cutting and shifting. I wasn't quite sure what to think, I just wanted to know if my best friend was going to the border or not. Luckily at the time it was just air attacks and he would be going back to his training base to finish his advanced training. He was still on track to receive his colored beret on the 15th of January. I even talked with his mom about how excited I was to see them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fast forward to this last Saturday evening. Strolling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ben Yehuda street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; with my friends visiting on their Birthright trips. Everything seemed ok, until we heard the news that the ground invasion had begun. I heard conflicting reports about numbers involved, injured, and thankfully at that time none dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now the picture is becoming clearer as to what is actually happening in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Dozens of IDF soldiers have been injured and one has been killed. The operation is expected to be long and difficult here and there are few who will not be affected in this small country that I love. It’s hard to write about, but I do know people who are directly involved. Their lives will forever be changed because of this war. Guys I used to joke with, drink with, play soccer with, and hangout with will simply never be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My best friend's beret ceremony has been 'postponed' indefinitely and his training has been cut short. Luckily he's not heading to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, but the alternative isn't much better. He'll be patrolling the streets of Ramallah or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hebron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; for awhile. He may not even be able to get leave to see his parents when they come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My heart is saddened for another generation of Israelis who have to know war instead of peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So here I sit in the HUC libray, trying to learn some trope for an exam tomorrow. Hard doesn't even describe how it is right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-4897686522484052503?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/4897686522484052503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=4897686522484052503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4897686522484052503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4897686522484052503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-to-speak.html' title='Time to Speak'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-4793084914957662024</id><published>2008-10-14T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:56:24.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the Places I've Been</title><content type='html'>Its been 365 days since I left home...I've now been abroad for one year. I left a bright eyed kid who'd never been to far from what was comfortable. My life existed through a prism that I didn't even know was missning so many colors. I'd never genuinely met a person who was all that different from me. One year ago my life took a turn down a road of adventure.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a year of memories and a year of growth. I've learned an ancient and yet new language, the language of my people. A language I've grown to love. A language of such great holiness, learning, and beauty and at the same time a language of markets, cell phones, and all sorts of normal daily things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've grown to love this place for what it is. From far north in Metula where you can ice skate at the Canada Center, all the way down south to Eilat where the parties don't stop. Taba and Aqaba beckon to you from the boardwalk in Eilat. I've seen the soaring sky scrapers of Tel Aviv and ridden on the crazy subway in Haifa. I've hiked the Golan and seen Damascus on a clear day from one of the peaks. I've lived on Kibbutzim, a place where pioneering spirit can still be found with a Labor Zionist brand. I met some of the brave ones who fought in all of Israel's wars. I've mourned the loss of their comrades on Memorial Day and had the absolute thrill to be in Rabin Square for Independence day (the day after Memorial Day.) 60 years now we've had this home of ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've watched my best friend become a soldier. Its hard to believe that in a few months he will have his swearing in ceremony into Nahal. Its strange to think what his life is like. He was drafted on my birthday last year...thanks Israeli Government. I'm proud of him for all that he is doing. He's making a life for himself here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen the sights of Europe, admittadly not as much as I wanted to, but still lots of stuff. The amazing museams and artwork that takes your breath away. Strange coffee shops where a dozen different languages waft in the air. Interesting people you meet in the hostels along the way. Seeing the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I write this I'm feeling homesick. Its been a long time since I've seen a lot of you reading this thing out there. I've missed so much of what's going on in the States. We're all a year older, and a year's worth of experiences has passed us by. Of course I miss my family, especially the little ones. I miss my friends who are still in various places around the country. I miss the snow and the ice. It may be wonderful here, but its not the same as where I grew up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss certain familiar foods which you either can't get here or only come in strange varities here. While yet, I've come to enjoy all the amazing food that is here too. Learning to cook a new way was fun, and doing it in a different language was even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've see a whole lot of stuff, met a whole lot of people, and been to quite a few places. Its been an amazing ride. Hope to hear from you all and hope you are all having a great Sukkot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-4793084914957662024?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/4793084914957662024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=4793084914957662024' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4793084914957662024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4793084914957662024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-places-ive-been.html' title='Oh the Places I&apos;ve Been'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-6305661792126440790</id><published>2008-10-04T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:25:59.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>Last week was ראש השנה, and in Israel it literally represents the New Year. In the United States I always observed the holiday, but never really thought of it as my New Year, because in secular American society it is not. School is in full swing and the Jewish High Holy Days (ימים הנורים) represent a strange sort of interruption. They tend to fall at a time, for University students, when classes are just beginning to get difficult for the semester. Due dates for papers draw closer and research projects need their library time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here in Israel, the holiday is felt everywhere. The checkout lady at the supermarket wished everyone a Shanah Tovah, because the holiday is on everyone's mind. There is no feeling that the holiday crept up on you, because the world view here is centered around the Holiday cycle. Rosh Hashana is the last real day of summer for secular Israelis and often that means one last beach trip. Sounds strange to American Jews, but for some reason it seems to fit in my mind. I was in services all day, but I could understand how a secular Israeli might want to streatch their summer just one more day. The Shabbat after Rosh Hashanah is traditionally an extra large party. It makes sense to me as well, because the New Years (Jan 1st) is always a large party. Why not celebrate the last few hours the last year and rejoice in the year to come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hosted two friends for Rosh Hashanah and we decided to Shul hop around Jerusalem's many options. I attended HUC for Erev Rosh Hashanah and found it to be a carbon copy of every other Reform High Holiday service I had ever been to. There was a large operatic choir singing the prayers to beautiful tunes, and each cantorial student had at least one solo. The cantorial students have been running around like their collective hair was on fire for the last month preparing. It was nice, but I'm in Israel and couldn't pass up the opportunity to see as much as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ducked out of HUC after the Torah reading on Rosh Hashanah day 1 and headed quickly for Har-El. While they have a well trained operatic cantor, the whole service had a much different feel. The entirety of the service was in Hebrew, it is an Israeli Reform shul after all. I arrived just in time to pray Mussaf with the congregation, a part of the service not included in most American Reform Synagogues. The service ended with B'shana Ha'baah, an Israeli folk tune who's title literally means 'Next Year.' Its a song of hope and decidedly secular. Singing that song at the end of Rosh Hashanah services reminded me why I love the Israeli Reform Movement, an amazing blend of old and new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On day 2 of Rosh Hashanah my friends and I went to the Jerusalem Great Synagogue for Scharit services. Because I was hosting to women, they sat in the balcony and had a much better view than I did. It is a spectacular view and an amazing place. The whole shul is designed to be acoustically perfect for the Chazzan (service leader.) He stands facing the Ark and sings, accompanied by an all male operatic choir, and without the aid of a microphone all 2,000 people can hear his wonderful voice. The service is decidely Orthodox in its leaning, but it was a unique exprience. The Chazzan there will be retiring after this Yom Kippur and I had to see him lead services once before then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Shacharit we wandered a block down the street to the Conservative Yeshivah to catch Mussaf. It was a more egalitarian type service, but still had its times when the Chazzanit (female service leader) allowed the participants to go their own pace. The Sermon was very interesting and seemed to come from the heart. Its rare to see a Rabbi speak without notes, in my experience, but he spoke eloquently. The theme was one of T'shuva (repentance) and specifically the Ramban's teachings about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the whole experience we walked back to my apartment to nosh a bit and then we walked over to the Kotel in the old city. There were a lot of tourists out. I joked they were 'watching the Jew in his natural environment.' (Use the National Geographic narrator in your head for that line.) My friends and I decided to pray Mincha service together just outside the gate to the Kotel plaza, so we could pray in mixed company. Then we headed down to the Kotel to say our own prayers. As I entered the Kotel area, a group of 20 something Modern Orthodox men asked me to pray with them. They already had a minyan, so the gesture was one of pure hospitality. How could I refuse? Orthodox Mincha service takes roughly 10 minutes and these boys were no exception. As we concluded with the Mourners Kaddish I turned to leave and meet my friends back in the plaza. One of the men grabbed my arm and said, stay and sing with us. Once again how could I refuse? Their voices weren't operatic, but something about the way we sat and sang next to the Kotel was magical. I really felt the depth of faith these young men had. Beautiful is an understated adjative for this situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I finally left to go with my friends, they told me they loved listening to that 'wonderful group of singers over on the men's side.' I couldn't help but blush that I had been part of it, but it was an amazing experience to be a part of it. What a wonderful New Year celebration I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the Resolution...I've gotten pretty sloppy about keeping up with you all through the blog and through all the various other forms of communication I have available. I'm going to do my best to change that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all had a wonderful New Year. לשנה טובה!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. If I have wronged you in the past year please find it in your heart not just to forgive me, but to email me so that I can try to make amends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-6305661792126440790?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/6305661792126440790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=6305661792126440790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/6305661792126440790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/6305661792126440790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-years-resolution.html' title='A New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-8768893844127089366</id><published>2008-08-17T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:50:41.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post....</title><content type='html'>So it has been quite awhile since my last post. I'm not even quite sure what I last wrote about, but here's an update on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now been in Israel/Abroad (note 4 weeks in Europe) for about 300 some days or about 10 months. Up until I got to HUC life was fairly simple...there was a goal and my whole being was focused on that goal. Getting into HUC was not an easy task for me and I finally did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now about a week away from being finished with HUC's summer Ulpan session. I started the session in the Daled level of Hebrew, but now I am in Gimmel. The reason for the switch was my achillies heel: reading. I'm still not quite where I want to be with it, but hey I can pretty much function in this society with my speaking. Take the strengths with the weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ulpan has been an interesting experience, especially coming from a totally different kind of Hebrew learning. Academically it is far more challenging here, but the Kibbutz Ulpan system forces students to live a life in Hebrew. My co-workers at the Kibbutz didn't speak enough English to even greet me in the morning, and here we are all North American or native English speakers. Holding down a conversation in Hebrew with other HUC students isn't always easy, but we all try our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also started a Biblical History survey class. Its essentially a two part class with lectures on Wednesday night and Trips on Thursday. Its an interesting concept for a class. Discuss the Philistines and their cities on Wednesday night and actually go to them on Thursday. The professors mostly come from archeology backgrounds and have incredibly interesting insights into the biblical texts. Nothing is taken for granted when they read the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my life is pretty much a gigantic ball of frustration. Its mostly directed at the fact that my student loans are now about a month and a half late. This fact alone makes me want to tear out my hair on some occasions. (Good thing I've got a short haircut.) Its making it difficult for me to function here as it is constantly on my mind. I've been told its just a paperwork miss shuffle, but that doesn't make me feel any better. Everyone tells me to have patience and I'm trying. I refuse to yell at anyone on the phone or here in Israel. It just won't do any good so I'm trying to keep calm. My new friends/classmates have been a great help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news around Israel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett finally graduated from his combat medic training course. Its one of the most difficult courses in the Israeli Army and he finished in the top 25% of his class. Not bad for a guy who's Hebrew is admittdly not so strong. I went to the ceremony where he recieved his pin. It was quite something to see him there. He even got a big hug from his commander. After the ceremony I went up to his Kibbutz to celebrate with him. It was also his Kibbutz's 60 birthday so there was a great deal of celebrating. I got to see a movie about the Kibbutz, a show about the founding, and even a concert. It was also the day the new Garin moved to the Kibbutz, thus compounding the good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that as soon as I get internet working well enough in my apartment, I will post the 1000 or so pictures of Europe on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time folks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-8768893844127089366?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/8768893844127089366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=8768893844127089366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/8768893844127089366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/8768893844127089366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/08/post.html' title='A Post....'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-5866710563669434248</id><published>2008-07-11T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T06:03:38.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shabbat in Jerusalem</title><content type='html'>So I know its been awhile since my last blog, but I'm gonna give you all a quick update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed back in Israel on 6/7/08, please note that this is the European date and not the American date. (In Europe its Day/Month/Year.) Anyway, I landed in Tel Aviv and spent the night in an air conditioned dormitory at Hayarkon 48. (Israel's most famous Hostel.) It was an uneventful night with not much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived in Jerusalem on the 7th, life became a whirlwind of activity. I've gotten a new cellphone and am looking for a place to live permanently. Its been quite crazy. There's all sorts of new things to do and many challenges await.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get my Student Loans to come through.&lt;br /&gt;Get a Student Visa for Israel&lt;br /&gt;Get a Place to live permanently&lt;br /&gt;Get class schedules&lt;br /&gt;Buy books&lt;br /&gt;Generally get myself in school mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be an interesting few weeks and I'm looking forward to the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is my first Shabbat as an HUC student and I've waited for this for a long time. I hope you all have a Good Shabbos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-5866710563669434248?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/5866710563669434248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=5866710563669434248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/5866710563669434248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/5866710563669434248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/07/shabbat-in-jerusalem.html' title='Shabbat in Jerusalem'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-7565871289960744358</id><published>2008-05-22T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:42:27.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lag B'Omer</title><content type='html'>So tonight begins one of my favorite holidays: Lag B'Omer! If you're counting the Omer, you can check to see what day it is on my blog or my &lt;a href="http://imabima.blogspot.com"&gt;sister's&lt;/a&gt; blog. (Our &lt;a href="http://johnsklarsoffice.blogspot.com"&gt;Dad &lt;/a&gt;wrote the code for her counter.) Lag B'Omer is the middle day of the counting of the Omer. It's a special day during the counting because you are allowed to do many of the things normally forbidden during the Omer. You can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Married (One day only!)&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Music (Some of my favorite bands just came out with new CDs!)&lt;br /&gt;Shave your beard (Maybe you don't want to if you're still growing your Hockey Playoff Beard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Israel Lag B'Omer is a day of picnics and huge bonfires. I'm a little sad to be missing it, but I'm pretty sure I'll get to experience it next year. Tonight I'm going to be shaving my beard and cutting my hair...look for some before and after pictures both here and at my sister's blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Lag B'Omer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-7565871289960744358?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/7565871289960744358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=7565871289960744358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/7565871289960744358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/7565871289960744358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/05/lag-bomer.html' title='Lag B&apos;Omer'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-8073439976402224795</id><published>2008-05-14T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:05:32.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heathrow</title><content type='html'>That's right folks I'm no longer in Israel. I'm currently sitting in the departures area at Heathrow International Airport just outside of London England. Today was an eventful day to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets begin the story with yesterday evening, when I made one of the most colosal mistakes of my life (at least regarding travel.) I mistook a 1AM flight for the wrong day and completely missed my flight to Chicago. In any other airport in the world I would have been screwed. In Israel, the free Wifi access in the whole airport saved me. I mangaged to skype my way to Orbitz's customer service and cash out my ticket for the full amount (minus an 'airline fee' of $100.) Then using Orbitz website I booked a new flight imediately but this one was through London with an 11 hour layover. Hence why I'm writing from England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway with all of that taken care of at the airport I headed to Tel-Aviv in the hopes that I could stay with friends. That didn't pan out so I instead headed back to Jerusalem. Luckily the busses still run at 12am from Tel-Aviv to Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I ended up back at Ben Gurion Airport at around 3pm this afternoon. Through security and the rediculously large duty free shopping I finally got on a plane bound for London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flight I met a very nice Israeli man who spoke no English. What Luck! I ended up translating every cabin annoucment and word spoken by the flight attendants. It was amazing and a fun way to flex my Hebrew skills. Turns out his son lives here in London and works in Security at the Airport. (Yeah I know it seems so typical, but its often true.) His son just had a baby boy and my new traveling companion was on his way to meet his first grandson for his brit. The flight was largely uneventful other than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived in Heathrow I found the airport to be almost completely deserted. The shops are all closed and most of the services aren't working. When I spoke to the hotel booking agent at the airport he explained to me that all available beds at the airport hotel were taken. Even if I could get one they cost 360 GBP per night! (Multiply that by 2 to get the USD amount!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I took the underground to my terminal for tomorrow morning's flight and found a vaguely comfortable place to spend the next 6 or so hours before I can check in. While sitting here I've met another Israeli. Turns out speaking Hebrew is a great asset when traveling around the world. He and I have been talking about life in general for the last hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's quite an interesting fellow. He was born in Haifa, but lives in Omaha now. Both of his children are 'American' and are going to college at Indiana and Illinois. Crazy to meet another Hebrew speaker so randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is essentially my first shot at backpacking in Europe. Yeah its been largely unsuccessful as I haven't even left the airport, but at least I have a stamp from England on my passport. That makes three foreign stamps: England, Israel, and Jordan. (Quick side note: Jordan's visa takes up a whole page and I was only there fora bout 10 hours!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'll be getting this posted after I land in the USA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-8073439976402224795?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/8073439976402224795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=8073439976402224795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/8073439976402224795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/8073439976402224795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/05/heathrow.html' title='Heathrow'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-8217933928517141168</id><published>2008-05-08T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T14:45:50.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Israeli Holidays</title><content type='html'>So in Israel there are three major holidays clustered around the end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pesach&lt;/span&gt;. These three holidays are also celebrated in the rest of the world, but they have special meaning here in Israel. These three holidays are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zikaron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HaShoah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HaZikaron&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ha'atzmaut&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Zikaron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HaShoah&lt;/span&gt; is the day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;rememberance&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Shoah&lt;/span&gt; (Holocaust.) It started on the night of May 1st this year. I stayed at the Kibbutz for the holiday so I got to see the way the Kibbutz commemorates this very important day. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Revivim&lt;/span&gt; there was a ceremony of about 45 minutes. At 8pm everyone assembled in the אולם תרבות (Literally: Cultural Hall) for the ceremony. The ceremony was poetry written by survivors and victims of the Holocaust. There were a few songs as well. The whole ceremony ended with אלי אלי (Eli Eli) by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Chana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Shenesh&lt;/span&gt;. I've heard the song many times in my life, but this time it was different. I can't really describe it, but it was somehow more powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;HaZikaron&lt;/span&gt; is the Israeli version of memorial day. In the United States, Memorial day is a day of barbecues, sales at retail stores, and generally a pleasant day off. In Israel, a country where violent conflict is unfortunately sometimes a daily reality, Memorial day is a very important day. The television stations (even the cable ones) are all turned off. The ones that are still broadcasting only show names of Israel's fallen soldiers. This year the holiday started on the evening of May 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Revivim&lt;/span&gt; there is a short program beginning at 8pm. It began with the air raid sirens. All of Israel heard these sirens across the State and stood in silence until it ended. The ceremony was much like the the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Shoah&lt;/span&gt; memorial. There were poems written by soldiers and songs sung. The somber attitude was punctuate by the reading of the names. The list of names read at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Revivim's&lt;/span&gt; memorial were the sons and daughters who fell during Israel's conflicts. Most of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Revivim's&lt;/span&gt; soldiers who have fallen in conflict fell during the Independence war. Most fell defending the road junction just outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Revivim&lt;/span&gt;. They literally fell defending their homes and land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, after the ceremony, I was at work when the Sirens again sounded at 10am. Once again everyone in the country stopped and stood in place at attention in a moment of silence. I actually burned the turkey I was cooking on the grill because of the timing, but I didn't care one bit. To honor the soldiers who have fallen in defense of Israel is way more important than anything else I could have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Yom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;HaZikaron&lt;/span&gt; merges seamlessly into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Yom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ha'atzmaut&lt;/span&gt;: Israeli Independence Day. This year was a very special year to be in Israel. May 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 1948 David Ben-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Gurion&lt;/span&gt; announced to the world the establishment of the State of Israel. May 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2008 was the 60&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary of that momentous day. Last night around 5pm I got on a bus, and headed to Tel-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Aviv&lt;/span&gt; to see the program and concert at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Kikar&lt;/span&gt; Rabin (Rabin Square.) I have no idea how many people were there, but it was packed. My friends and I stood and listened to the concert and watched the spectacular fireworks and light show. My friends were a bit lost with the musical aspect, but I knew a lot of the songs sang that night. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;HaTikvah&lt;/span&gt; (התקוה) was played I was moved to tears. Imagine it, 60 years of Israel and I got to be here for the day. It was a wild and crazy party and who could blame the average Israeli for being ecstatic about their home turning 60!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Revivim&lt;/span&gt; the same night. (We actually got home at around 3am.) Exhausted from the trip and the party we all fell into bed. When I woke up this afternoon, the Kibbutz barbecue was already in full swing. I spent the day eating, playing volley ball, and generally lounging around the Kibbutz pool. It was a great way to spend the holiday. As a side note, the Kibbutz had a program while I was away in Tel-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Aviv&lt;/span&gt;. During the program the showed a video that had been filmed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;througout&lt;/span&gt; the Kibbutz over the last year. Apparently I was in this video and I'm trying to get a copy, more updates about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the best part about all of these celebrations and commemorations was my Hebrew level. When I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Kikar&lt;/span&gt; Rabin for the memorial of Rabin's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;assassination&lt;/span&gt;, I understood very little of the ceremony. Over the last week and a half at every ceremony I was surprised at how much I understood. While Ulpan may not have been successful for everyone here at Revivim, It certainly was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to seeing all of my readers soon when I come visit the states.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-8217933928517141168?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/8217933928517141168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=8217933928517141168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/8217933928517141168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/8217933928517141168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/05/israeli-holidays.html' title='Israeli Holidays'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-7269465747937480422</id><published>2008-04-30T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:09:19.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesach Two Ways (Part II)</title><content type='html'>So with all the amazing experiences I had in Jerusalem for my first few days of Pesach, returning to the Kibbutz was a strange slap back into reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning to the Kibbutz meant one thing: Work. Without class during Pesach, the Kibbutz decided that each Ulpanist got only 3 days off. I got Friday, Sunday, and Monday off, so on Tuesday morning I was in the kitchen working. It was not what I would call the best way to spend a Pesach, but it was pretty much my only choice. I tried to make the best of it, but most of the other Ulpanists took their vacation's sporatically throughout the week leaving mostly a very small group to socialize with. I studied, I ran, and I went to be early. It was pretty boring, but that's not really what this post is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Pesach its very important to me to keep as close to Kosher (for Pesach) as humanly possible. In college I cleaned my entire kitchen and even boiled my utensils and cookware. Sure it was a hassle, but it was important to me to be close to chamez free. Here at the Kibbutz that was pretty much impossible. The kitchen did almost nothing to clean for pesach. In fact many of the things which they cooked were the standard Kibbutz fare. Breaded schnitzle was still served, along with pasta, rice, corn, and coos coos. There was matzoh put out where the bread is normally, but it was right next to the bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fairly easy going guy and none of this would normally faze me. However, I felt like the only one who was keeping Kosher for Pesach on the Kibbutz. It was, needless to say, a difficult experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come later about the upcoming holidays: Holocaust Rememberance Day, Memorial Day, and Israel's Independence day (YAY 60 YEARS!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-7269465747937480422?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/7269465747937480422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=7269465747937480422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/7269465747937480422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/7269465747937480422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/04/pesach-two-ways-part-ii.html' title='Pesach Two Ways (Part II)'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-4236998693425184696</id><published>2008-04-21T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T07:43:08.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesach Two Ways (Part I)</title><content type='html'>So this year I got to have a completely new set of Pesach experiences. I like to think of it as my year of the Pesach I celebrated two separate ways. First I celebrated in Jerusalem and then returned to the Kibbutz to finish off the holiday. The differences between the two are like night and day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Jerusalem on Friday afternoon and went straight to my friend Lyle's place to pick up the keys to the apartment I was to be staying at. A BIG thanks goes out to Jill for letting Brett and I stay at her place. After arriving at Jill's I headed right to the Shuk to buy groceries for the weekend. The Shuk in Jerusalem is a magical place and even more so a few hours before Shabbat. After groceries I bought flowers (for the Pesach table) and headed back 'home.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after waiting for a few hours Brett showed up in Jerusalem. We went out for dinner for our last chamezt before Pesach. I've got to say that Focaccia is probably the best place we could have done it. I know that its an non-kosher restaurant, but that bread was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seder finally came and it was an amazing experience. 14 people sitting around a table and actually discussing the Hagadah. It was a unique and incredible experience. Sure it wasn't exactly like Pseach at home, but it was a great experience. We even chanted Hallel, which is normally omitted from a Reform Seder. I have gotten to know the Hallel because I've spent the past few Seder's with my fraternity brother's and their families. They chant a more traditional Hebrew version of the Seder. Also quite an incredible experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seder started around 8pm right after Shabbat ended. I ended up back 'home' at around 3:30AM. (Its about a 10 minute walk.) That's something that generally doesn't happen at my family's seder. It was nice to be at a Seder that actually went until the morning. No we didn't make it to the morning Shema, but we were awfuly close. Overall a great experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT YEAR IN JERUSALEM, AGAIN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-4236998693425184696?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/4236998693425184696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=4236998693425184696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4236998693425184696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4236998693425184696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/04/pesach-two-ways.html' title='Pesach Two Ways (Part I)'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-6316927505184658210</id><published>2008-04-15T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T02:19:59.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting the Omer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The time between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pesach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Shavuot is a period of time called the Counting of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Omer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. What exactly are we counting and why? Well there are many traditions associated with the counting. First of all the counting is mentioned not once but twice in the Torah. First it is mentioned in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Leviticus&lt;/span&gt; 25:15-16:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;You shall count for yourselves -- from the day after        the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shabbat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, from the day when you bring the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Omer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the waving -- seven        &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shabbats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, they shall be complete. Until the day after the seventh sabbath        you shall count, fifty days..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The second mention is in Deuteronomy 16:9-10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You shall count for yourselves seven weeks, from when        the sickle is first put to the standing crop shall you begin counting seven        weeks. Then you will observe the Festival of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shavu'ot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the L-RD, your        G-d"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Omer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt; to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sheave&lt;/span&gt; of wheat which is threshed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bundled&lt;/span&gt;, and prepared for sacrifice at the Temple. The counting begins the day after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pesach&lt;/span&gt; Seder. I say 'the' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pesach&lt;/span&gt; Seder because inside of Israel there is only one. In the Diaspora the counting begins on the night of the second Seder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counting of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Omer&lt;/span&gt; has so many different meanings to so many different groups within Judaism. To the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kabbalists&lt;/span&gt;, each of the 7 weeks represents one of each of the 7 lower &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sfirot&lt;/span&gt;. (Even after 2 years of academic study on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kabbalah&lt;/span&gt; I don't really understand the whole concept.) The Talmud tells us the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Omer&lt;/span&gt; is a period of mourning. Traditionally the mourning is associated with the plague that wiped out 24,000 of Rabbi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Akiva's&lt;/span&gt; students. According to the Talmud the students were struck with a plague for not honoring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; enough. Because it is a time of mourning it is forbidden to: Shave, cut ones hair, listen to music, have a party, or get married. There is one day where it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;allowed&lt;/span&gt; to do all of these things: Lag'Bomer. It is a day of weddings and bonfires in Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the counting of the Omer I chose to follow certain traditions. Firstly I don't plan to get married during the Omer...I know that its not on the radar yet, but it will be one day. Most importantly I don't shave or cut my hair. Its a daily reminder of the counting and of the mourning. So on Wednesday night I got a haircut...haven't had one for quite awhile. I'll also be shaving for the last time tomorrow afternoon. The next haircut or shave will be on June 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at Seder this year in Jerusalem for the first time in my life. I'm excited, every year we say "Next year in Jerusalem" and finally I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say here Chag Pesach Sameach v'Kasher (חג פסח שמח וקשר) "A Happy and Kosher Pesach"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-6316927505184658210?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/6316927505184658210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=6316927505184658210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/6316927505184658210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/6316927505184658210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/04/counting-omer.html' title='Counting the Omer'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-3386095014196296781</id><published>2008-04-13T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:27:27.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night of Playground Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;So tonight our usual activity, the Kibbutz coffee shop, was closed. Standing outside the dining hall we all wondered what we should do to pass the time. We looked out and saw the same playground we see everyday. Tonight we decided to go play around on the playground. It was one of those moments when life just didn't seem to matter and we just had some fun like we all used to. We even played tag with some Israeli children. It was so much fun just to play and run around! Check out the pictures....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/SAJPf1zIb7I/AAAAAAAACQ8/c5QMdk64kVo/s320/IMG_2681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Travis, and Jared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the rest at my Picasa &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hlsklar"&gt;WebAlbums&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-3386095014196296781?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/3386095014196296781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=3386095014196296781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3386095014196296781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3386095014196296781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/04/night-of-playground-fun.html' title='A Night of Playground Fun'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/SAJPf1zIb7I/AAAAAAAACQ8/c5QMdk64kVo/s72-c/IMG_2681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-3858056133086318339</id><published>2008-04-07T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:40:26.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Israeli Highway 90</title><content type='html'>This weekend I completed many journeys. First and foremost I have now been on every single one of Israeli Highway 90's 480 kilometers. It is the longest highway in all of Israel. It stretches from Metula all the way south to Eilat. This weekend was my first time in Eilat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got to Eilat I found out right away how much of a tourist town it is. There were no private hostel rooms available anywhere in the whole city...not because of any conference or anything like that, it was just the weekend. We decided to go with the dorm style rooms. (Since my friend was female we had to be in separate rooms.) It was a great experience to be in dorms. I met people who had been in Eilat for awhile, but didn't speak Hebrew. I speak Hebrew but know nothing about Eilat. The combination was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eilat is touted the world around as a beach city, and I'm pretty sure that unless you have a lot of money to spend the beach part is non-existent. The large commercial hotels pretty much control all of the beach front property. The public beach is about 7 feet long at low tide. (Measurement from the sea to the boardwalk.) The public area is also quite rocky, but hey its free to sit there, unlike the Hotel beaches where they charge to sit on your own towel. Anyway, the water is goregous and always calm. Its also always about the same temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday we got up and headed to the Jordanian border. It was honestly a little scary leaving the comfort zone of Israel. However, my goal for this Israel Adventure is to be courageous so off we went. We changed money at the border and purchased our exit visas. Weird that they charge ₪ 56 to leave the country, but that's the way it is. The Jordanian Dinar is about the same price as the Euro, so expensive. Anyway, with 61 Dinars in our possession we walked across the border into the Jordanian border control facility. There our passports were checked 5 times and our photos were taken. The entry visa was free, more about that later, and we walked through the gates into Jordan proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we were immediately approached by a Jordanian cab driver who agreed to take us 2 hours to Petra. The journey was anything but simple. After driving for 5 minutes the driver stopped and got out. He swapped with another cab driver who drove us about 25 minutes to the city limits of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aqaba"&gt;Aqaba&lt;/a&gt;. There we switched cars and drivers in the middle of the highway. Turns out there is a regulation about which cabs can operate where within Jordan and Aqaba is a special zone. From there we stayed in the same cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way we stopped in a bedouin village for a very good Turkish coffee and cookies. All part of the service the driver provided to make our stay more pleasant in Jordan. Finally after a lengthy car ride we were finally in Petra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petra is HUGE! There's absolutely not other way to describe it. I can only imagine what it was like to live there in its heyday. It must have been amazing, they even had running water in some parts of the city. Incredible how advanced they were so long ago. The pictures tell the whole story and there are about 100 of them up on my Picasa Web Album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After close to 6 hours wandering around we finally met back up with our cab driver and headed back to the border. Remember I mentioned that the Jordanians didn't charge us to enter their border? Well they actually charge to leave instead...5 Dinars a person for the exit visa. This is where my friend and I ran into trouble. We contracted with the cab driver for 25 Dinars per person for the whole ride. Seemed pretty normal since most of my friends had paid about the same on their previous trips. When we reached the border they changed the deal and told us it was actually 50 Dinars per person...25 Dinars each way. Well we were obviously a little short. What to do...this is how bad movies start right? Well we piled up our Dinars and all $23 American we had. It wasn't enough. We then added about ₪100 to the pile. The driver then told us that it was close enough. We finally got out of the car and went into the border control station. We saved 10 Dinars to pay our exit visas and did it ASAP! It was 7:30 at night and the border closed at 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the whole ordeal finished on the Jordanian side we still had to go through Israeli Security. I spoke to them in Hebrew, and that was probably a mistake. How do you know Hebrew? Are you an Israeli? Do you have and Israeli Passport? The questions didn't stop, but finally we made it through all of the checks to the last security gate. From there we split a cab with a nice middle age British couple on holiday. They were very impressed by my ability to talk with the cab driver in Hebrew...so impressed the refused to let us even think of paying. It was nice...the kindness of strangers...seems to happen a lot here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Eilat we decided to take a walk around the boardwalk area for the evening. However, with 6 hours walking up and down the rock faces of Petra we didn't even last till midnight. We called it an early night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we woke up the next morning we headed straight for the beach. We spent the whole day laying out, reading, practicing Hebrew for our oral final exam, and generally relaxing. What an amazing weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-3858056133086318339?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/3858056133086318339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=3858056133086318339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3858056133086318339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3858056133086318339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/04/israeli-highway-90.html' title='Israeli Highway 90'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-3471372911259745059</id><published>2008-04-01T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:38:22.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes something happens in your life which makes you stop and think to yourself, "what the heck is going on here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday afternoon we got word that Kitah Aleph (the lower Hebrew Class) was being closed completely. All of the people in the class were either being moved to Kitah Bet (My class) or being asked to leave the Kibbutz. Scary stuff...many of the people I'm friends with are in that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dust settled on Sunday afternoon, the truth began to come out. The class was not being closed, but people were being asked to leave the Kibbutz. The people that were asked to leave, I will not mention them by name, were asked because they either didn't go to work and/or class. Quite often it was both. I want to stress that we have literally one month left of time here on the Kibbutz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the Kibbutz is not summer camp in any way, I find that many of the lessons I learned as a summer camp counselor could be applied here. We used to say, in our Machon Meetings at OSRUI, that it is always easier to start off strict and become more lax as the session goes on. With only a month left in the Ulpan session, it seems that the lesson here won't be learned by anyone except those who are no longer here. To make matters worse, those who have already left seem happier to be gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having lived on two Kibbutzim in the last six months, I've seen only two different styles of Ulpan/Volunteer management. Quite frankly comparing the two styles is like saying apples are better than oranges...its an opinion. Each system works for the place. Here at Revivim, the system implies more responsibility to the participant and unfortunately this time there was none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Other News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I will be taking my Hebrew test for HUC. I've timed this Ulpan very well with the test. We've been practicing for the Ulpan's final exam which is essentially a shorter version of the HUC exam. I've learned so much here and not just Hebrew. I've learned how insulated the United States is from the rest of the world. Seeing other American volunteers and ulpanists who, like me, have never had to make a serious effort to learn another language. In most of the rest of the world a second language is often a necessity. In America its often not on the radar, past the requirements for school. Even those requirements aren't stringent and very often don't mean fluency. That's why I'm so excited for my &lt;a href="http://www.imabima.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sister's (Check out her blog!)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;son David. He's in a school with a bilingual English/Spanish program. Learning languages works so much better when you're young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after the test on Thursday I'm hopping on a bus to Eilat. Its the only part of Israel I haven't explored yet and while I'm there I'm going to take a quick day trip to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petra"&gt;Petra&lt;/a&gt;. Something I couldn't have done before the peace with Jordan. I'm excited to check off one of the World Wonders from my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on my test!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-3471372911259745059?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/3471372911259745059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=3471372911259745059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3471372911259745059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3471372911259745059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-8204536482459845802</id><published>2008-03-17T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:04:01.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend at Yahel...and a Day in Jerusalem</title><content type='html'>So on Thursday morning I woke up at 5:00 AM to board the bus with my Ulpan group. This time we were headed to Jerusalem for the standard old city tour. However, on the way we decided to stop for a wonderful hike through the Judean Hills. The overlooks on the switch back trail were absolutely amazing. With views of Har-HaTzofim (Hebrew University's Campus) and Haddasa Hospital, the hike was worth losing an hour in Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally made it into Jerusalem, our first stop was to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yemin_Moshe"&gt;Yemin Moshe&lt;/a&gt;. This was the first neighborhood built outside of the Old City's walls and it is absolutly gorgeous. Hard to believe that before the Six-Day War it was an utter war zone. The neighborhood overlooks the old city walls and the road between the two was no-mans land before the war. Yet this settlement has been inhabited since 1891. The perserverance of Israelis amazes me to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked up the Har-Tizon from Yemin Moshe into the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zion_Gate"&gt;Zion Gate&lt;/a&gt; and the Old City. On my way in I noticed something very interesting. Its become habit for me to notice not just whether there are soliders around, but what units they are from and their ranks. As I looked at the young men being led around the Old City I noticed that I recgonized their קומת (barets.) Only basic training soliders wear brown ones and only Ulpan soliders wear tags from the education ministry under them. As I wondered who these soliders were, I was bear hugged by Brett! Amazing, and a phenomena only found in Jerusalem. I ran into my best friend who was also on a tour of the old city. I ened up hanging out with him and a few others I know in his unit around the Kotel for about an hour. I even got to see them perform a formation on the plaza outside the Kotel. It was a pretty moving sight to see about 50 new immigrants, who knew no Hebrew 3 months ago, listening to their Commander give them a speech about their futures in the Army. I even got yelled at by Brett's commander for taking so many pictures...but it was Brett's camera. (I snapped a few with mine too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day and night in Jerusalem were fairly uneventful. I spent the night with some HUC students and got up early the next morning to head on an Adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride to Kibbutz Yahel is quite long from Jerusalem. Three hours on the bus gave me a good chance to catch up with and meet some of the people on the shabbaton. I say catch up because one of the participants was my camper about 4 years ago. Crazy to think...my campers are heading off to college now. But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Yahel we headed straight to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pomelo"&gt;Pomelo&lt;/a&gt; fields. If you don't know what a Pomelo is or haven't had one, you're missing out. They're quite delicious and these pomelos were special too. The fields are situated about 50 feet from the Jordanian border. After the peace treaty was signed the Jordanian patrols started stealing the fruits because lets face it its very hot in the Negev and even more so in the Aravah valley. The Kibbutzniks caught wind of this and they started putting out crates of them as an offering of peace. Eventually the Jordanian Mayor on the other side of the border had lunch with the director of the pomelo fields. "Pomelos for Peace" they called it on the kibbutz. The Israeli government eventually shut down the opperation. If you can 'smuggle' pomelos like that, what else could be passed across the border? Still a pretty cool story... peace isn't just about the treaty. It has to be about more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Pomelo Fields we went to the Kibbutz. Yahel was established as the first Progressive Jewish Kibbutz. The members have had to deal with Jewish laws that no other Reform Jew has ever had to think about. These laws mostly involve agricultural activites. It is truly a place where one can live a Reform Jewish life. Every second of the day is as part of a Reform Jewish community. Outside the Kibbutz, the synagogue or JCC are the centers of Jewish life, but they are only attened for specific cultural or religious events. While I would never seek to diminish the effectiveness of these institutions, the idea of a complete Reform life is quite an interesting concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night we had services and dinner with the Kibbutz. It was a great experience...their dining hall is much smaller than Revivim's, but that made it more of an intimate experience. The food was nothing special, but unlike the two previous Kibbutzim I've been to, they served to the tables and not buffet style. The program after dinner was a stargazing event. We discussed the 12 tribes and their correspondance to the signs of the zodiac. It was pretty interesting, but the stars were the real sight to see. Absolutly no light pollution. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I got to lead services! I was only give about 12 hours advanced notice, but I jumped at the chance. It was great to get a chance to do it again. After services and lunch we had a long break for my favorite shabbat activity...a nap! The nap was followed by a quick tour of the barnyard and the worlds most productive milk cows. Why are they so productive? Something about a cross breeding of Damascus and Holstein mixed with being below sea level. Either way, the milk they produce is sold to Kibbutz &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yotvata"&gt;Yovata&lt;/a&gt;, makers of the famous "שוקו בסקיט" (Chocolate Milk in a Bag.) Its absolutly delicious and cool to know that some of it came from Yahel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to Revivim was quite easy. The private bus took us up the Aravah road to a major junction. From there every bus on the way north from Eliat stops there. From there I caught one of them to Be'er Sheva and that was that. It was a great weekend and with Purim coming up this weekend, I'm sure there will be another one. Purim in Jerusalem...sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-8204536482459845802?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/8204536482459845802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=8204536482459845802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/8204536482459845802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/8204536482459845802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend-at-yaheland-day-in-jerusalem.html' title='A Weekend at Yahel...and a Day in Jerusalem'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-4376132877725432529</id><published>2008-03-11T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T11:48:08.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds Like an Exciting Weekend</title><content type='html'>So this weekend will be an exciting one. There's so much going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning I will be waking up at 5:30 Am in order to be at the bus stop by 6Am. The whole Ulpan will be there because we are going on a TRIP! This one is not to the Negev or to Tel-Aviv for some lame seminar. This time we're heading to Jerusalem and most of us won't be back home until 10pm Thursday night. The longest and best trip of the Ulpan so far. We're told that there will be a surprise side trip along the way. I'm honestly not sure where we might stop on the 2.5 hour trip, but I'm sure it'll be fun. Inside Jerusalem we'll be on the normal tour, but this time it will be in Hebrew. I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night I'll be staying in Jerusalem with some friends from HUC. I'm not quite sure what will be going on. I'm sure it'll be a good time. Why am I sticking around Thursday? Its because on Friday I'm heading on a Reform Movement Shabbaton. HUC has put together the weekend and there will be a few students there too. Its going to be held at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yahel_%28kibbutz%29"&gt;Kibbutz Yahel&lt;/a&gt;, which is actually south of my Kibbutz. There is a free bus, included in the ₪50 fee for the weekend, from Jerusalem and it seems easier to get on it. Getting home will be a bit of a strange journey, but it'll be ok. It'll probably involve a bus to Ashkelon before I get to Be'er Sheva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is titled: "&lt;span class="q"&gt;Desert Spirituality: Stars, Sand and Sun." Sounds like it should be a pretty interesting experience. Hope to bring back some good pictures and stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-4376132877725432529?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/4376132877725432529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=4376132877725432529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4376132877725432529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4376132877725432529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/03/sounds-like-exciting-weekend.html' title='Sounds Like an Exciting Weekend'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-5780224179307154381</id><published>2008-03-09T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:49:10.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you explain...</title><content type='html'>In America, we are concerned with security. Since 9/11 we've become more concerned with it. We established a new bureaucratic organism to deal with our 'Homeland Security,' whatever that actually means. However, all of our security efforts there cannot even come close to what exists here in Israel. The security situation is difficult to fathom as an American. Our lives seem so much easier. We don't have to walk through a metal  detector or be patted down when entering a Mall, bus station, restaurant, or any other crowded place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday there was a terrorist attack in Jerusalem. The Mirkaz HaRav Yeshiva was shot at by a lone gunman. Eight Yeshiva students won't be studying anymore. They were gunned down while studying the holy books. Israel is such a small country and rarely does one here not have some connection to a terrorist attack. A kid in my class has a brother who studies at Mirkaz HaRav. The only reason he wasn't studying on Thursday night is because he was at the supermarket. My heart is crying for the dead and the families. Its hard to express how sad I actually feel about such sensless violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to explain that this country is a safe place to live, work, and travel. If terrorism stops people from coming here, they they have won. I know that sounds a lot like something that our ilustrious preident would say, but in this case it is true. Israel needs every bit of support that it can get right now. Obviously visiting here is the best support you can give, but there are plenty of other ways. Being informed about the situation is another way. I would highly suggest "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Case-Israel-Alan-Dershowitz/dp/0471679526/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1205088050&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;A Case for Israel&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Case-Peace-Arab-Israeli-Conflict-Resolved/dp/047004585X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1205087996&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;A Case for Peace&lt;/a&gt;" as two must read books on the Israeli conflict. They're both by Alan Dershowitz. I would also suggest "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Warrior-Autobiography-Ariel-Sharon/dp/0671605550/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1205088159&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Warrior&lt;/a&gt;" which is Ariel Sharon's autobiography. Another good book is "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Missing-Peace-Inside-Story-Middle/dp/0374529809/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1205088265&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;The Missing Peace&lt;/a&gt;," by Dennis Ross. These books are just a good jumping off point. Each offers a unique perspective and set of information about Israel and the conflict.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-5780224179307154381?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/5780224179307154381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=5780224179307154381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/5780224179307154381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/5780224179307154381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-do-you-explain.html' title='How do you explain...'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-4111006440846799000</id><published>2008-03-02T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T11:47:23.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>So its been quite a long time since my last blog and so much has happened....here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Phyllis (אמה ואחות שלי באו לארץ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you asked my friends from the Kibbutz before I left they would tell you one thing: Harrison is focused solely on his Mom and Sister coming to Israel. I was so incredibly excited to see them and it was really the topic of every conversation I had two weeks prior to my trip. I was excited for two reasons. First and foremost I was super excited to see family. (Duh!) Second I was excited to get off the Kibbutz for an extended period of time and see some of the country with a trip. We'll talk more about that later though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip started off amazing with a few days around the &lt;a href="http://www.huc.edu/"&gt;HUC-JIR&lt;/a&gt; campus in Jerusalem. I met up with Rabbi Kanter and discussed my future at HUC. He was an amazing host and he explained to me all about his experiences traveling abroad. He even let me stay in the HUC President's apartment on the campus. It was a pretty cool experience to see HUC as a non-student. I met a lot of my future colleagues at a fundraiser they held my first night there. I made some new friends and met up with some old ones. I even got invited to a Shabbaton at Kibbutz Yahel in mid-March. There was one disappointing thing about HUC. Like any large group of Americans living in Israel, the predominant language spoken was English. In fact when the students saw me studying in the library, they were surprised to see my notebook only in Hebrew. I'm not sure how I feel about the "HUC Bubble" which everyone mentioned to me. Having lived outside, I'm not sure how easy it will be to go in....we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Mom and Phyllis began in a not so ideal way. I walked from HUC to the Dan Panorama hotel in Jerusalem. It was raining and I had my huge frame backpack with a weeks worth of clothing inside. Needless to say after 5 blocks of walking I was wet. I sat in the hotel lobby for about 3 hours before finally calling Dad to find out where exactly they were. Turns out they forgot to notify me that they would be in not at 3pm but 1am due to weather in London. I had an interesting exchange with Dad about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Oh, no one told you they were going to be late? Didn't someone call you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dad, you're supposed to be the someone. You Dad you have to call me.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Oh right, I guess I though...well its ok.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love you Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the ladies arrived and were unfortunately without their luggage. Also Phyllis came with an Israeli cell phone, that was unfortunately dead. Without my cellphone, the whole trip would have been out of contact with Phyllis until she rented one. While I'd love to recount every detail of the trip, that's just not possible. You should check out my sister's blogs: &lt;a href="http://imabima.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://rabbiphyllis.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. She's been recounting parts of the trip there. I had an amazing time with Mom and Phyllis. Seeing Jerusalem with family was an amazing experience. Not my favorite city in Israel, but I respect the importance of it both politically and spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis and I did come into a little sibling rivalry over how we view Israel. Her perspective is not wrong in any way, but we don't see eye to eye on everything. I love Haifah, Tel-Aviv, and the Negev, and she loves Jerusalem. Its just a difference of opinion. My Israel experience its much different from hers and I respect that we aren't going to like the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days with the trip, they headed north to the Golan (One of my favorite parts of Israel) and I headed back south to Revivim to catch up with classes for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving back on the Kibbutz was a strange experience. I was for some reason very excited to eat in the dining hall and sleep in my own bed. I felt at home when I got back and it was a strange feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tel-Aviv Trip with the Ulpan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the Kibbutz on Tuesday and went to class and work, but Thursday we headed to Tel-Aviv as a group to visit the Diaspora Museam. While I'm sure the people who made the Museum had the best of intentions, I feel that it fell short of its intended goal. First of all, the concept of a Diaspora museum in the heart of Israel seems strange. Second, the seminar which we attened was about Jewish Identity. Diaspora and Jewish Identity are not the same things and the whole seminar seemed quite strange and a littel contrived to me. All in all the trip seemed to me to be a waste of a day in Tel-Aviv. However, it was a free trip to Tel-Aviv and I stayed the rest of the night to see Mom and Phyllis on their last night in Israel. We had dinner and I said my goodbyes. I'm glad they had fun and saw the country...now more than ever Israel needs support especially from the Jews of America. While, I was a little disappointed that Mom wasn't able to come see my Kibbutz, I understand why she didn't want to. I was also disappointed that I didn't get to see dad, but it was an all women's trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Trip to Brett's Kibbutz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Tel-Aviv on Thursday night and headed north. I spent the night a Kibbutz Ein Hashofet with my current roommate Jared. He's thinking of continuing his Ulpan there when we finish here so I offered to introduce him to his future classmates. We had a great night hanging out with all my old friends and meeting the new volunteers which have cycled into the program. It was fun, but at 7am I was on a Monet Sherut to the bus station in Haifa to catch the Egged #500 toward Kyriat Shmone and Brett's Kibbutz. Its 45 minutes to Haifa and another 3 hours to Tzomet Koach, the Junction near Brett's Kibbutz. I should clarify, the reason I went to see Brett this weekend was because on the 28th of February Brett turned 23. Since the Israeli Army doesn't exactly give you days off when you want, we took the weekend before and ran with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at Kibbutz Yifatch Brett pomptly went to sleep leaving me some time to hang out and skype Dad to make sure Mom got home ok. Boring, but I'm used to Kibbutz boredom. After Brett woke up we had dinner with his adopted family on the Kibbutz. Brett's adopted Mom is an amazing cook and it was great to eat some non-Kibbutz food. After dinner we headed to Brett's room to catch up and watch some American TV shows we used to watch together in college. We discussed the dismal season our Golden Gophers are having in hockey and our respective NHL franchises. (Bye the way the Red Wings are in a slump and the Wild are doing pretty well right now.) After the TV we headed to the Kibbutz's dance club, but were disappointed as usual. The club was mostly kids from Kiryat Shmone and very much not our crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we woke up late and headed to Kryiat Shmone. Our actual destination was Metula and Mirkaz Canada! Its probably my new favorite building in Israel. The Canadian Jewish Federations built it as a cultural center for Canadian Immigrants. It has an amazing gym facility, Basketball, a school, and most importantly a hockey rink with the first ice I've seen since I got here. It was gorgeous. We skated for about an hour and a half and I have to say it was probably the best time I've ever had skating in my life. I've never been on an ice sheet with that many people and been one of the best skaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our awsome skate, we headed to Brett's favorite restaurant in Israel...a steak place called Tachana. They grow their own beef and man was it delicious. A big thank you to Brett's dad for picking up the tab for Brett's birthday dinner. After Metula, there was little left to do in the north. I spent the night on Brett's Kibbutz and woke up early on Sunday morning to head back down south. The trip down south is not an easy one in any way. I left at 7am from Brett's Kibbutz and made it back to Revivim at 3pm. First I caught a ride down the mountain back to the Junction. From there I caught a bus to Tel-Aviv. From Tel-Aviv a second bus took me to Be'er Sheva, and finally after a wait of 2 hours in the bus terminal in Be'er Sheva I caught one final bus to Revivm. What a weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that about catches everbody up on what's been going on. Soon I'll have a few (not many) pictures of Mirkaz Canada and even a video of Brett skating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now loyal readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-4111006440846799000?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/4111006440846799000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=4111006440846799000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4111006440846799000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4111006440846799000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/03/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-1540257332315821145</id><published>2008-02-14T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:19:41.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Missing Jerusalem Post</title><content type='html'>Written on 2.14.08 (21:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been i Jerusalem for about 24 hours now. I haven't really seen or done much except to learn more about HUC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night HUC held a fundraiser to raise money for an interesting and worthy cause. Every year the &lt;a href="http://www.reform.org.il/Eng/Index.asp"&gt;IMPJ &lt;/a&gt;hosts a bike ride through Israel to raise money and awareness for Progressive Judaism in Israel. This year the ride is from Tel-Aviv to Eilat or roughtly 4 days. Each rider must raise at least $800 to ride. HUC is sending 10 riders and hosted a casino night to reaise part of their funding. I didn't win anything or even bid on any of the silent auction items. (Though 3 boxes of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kraft_Dinner"&gt;Kraft Mac &amp;amp; Cheese&lt;/a&gt; for ₪150 sounded awfully tasty.) I spent the night schmoozing with my would be classmates. Its interesting to think of how close I came to missing this Israel experience and trading it for a straight to HUC one. I honestly can't imagine that scenarion having been half as interesting. My Israel Adventure has offered me the experience of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I began my HUC process today. I met with all of the administration and began to set my plans in motion. I'm looking forward to acing the Hebrew test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So phyllis and Mom are still not here, Snow in Chicago didn't slow them down, something in London did. (I hear it was British Airwayws itself!) So hopefully they'll land at David Ben-Gurion Airport around midnight tonight. I'll spend one more night in the HUC president's apartment. A gorgeous place, but I'd rather have Phyl and Mom here now. I'll call there phones around 00:30 and hope for the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-1540257332315821145?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/1540257332315821145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=1540257332315821145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/1540257332315821145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/1540257332315821145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/02/missing-jerusalem-post.html' title='A Missing Jerusalem Post'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-5218625140045505940</id><published>2008-02-08T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T05:01:56.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Politics</title><content type='html'>Shabbat Shalom Everyone (שבת שלם לקולם)! Hope you all had as good a week as I did. It was mostly uneventful, but our volunteer coordinator made a slight clerical error today. This resulted in a day off for me today! So as a highlight to my week I get a two day weekend...a rarity and pleasure around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not really what I want to talk about today...I want to discuss my new views on American politics as viewing them from abroad. To the rest of the world our democracy is the epitome of freedom of choice. However, after looking at this year's presidential primaries I highly disagree. The choices with each election seem to get narrower and narrower. Do I chose the pro-life tax cut and spenders or the pro-choice tax cut and spenders. On foreign policy the choices seem more diverse, but I'm fairly sure that they'll eventually narrow as well. I only have one question: Where is conservatism and where is liberalism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its not a secret that I'm a supporter of Barak Obama. Why you ask? I'm a supporter because he seems to be the only one willing to say that his principals are more important than the election. I admire that, it may bite him in the ass later, but that's later and he'll still have his principals and a senate seat from which to continue his fight. Clinton seems to me to be a panderer and power hungry. I don't believe you can be an effective democratic leader if you aren't willing to stand for what you believe in. But that's just my two cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candidates in this election all seem to be running to the middle. It seems logical from an electoral math standpoint. Win the middle swing votes and you can take the presidency. However, the more to the middle they run the more the base of each party seems to be left behind. The more promises I hear, the more promises are broken. Its very disheartening as a young person looking for change in the system. There doesn't seem to be anything but business as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1896 William Jennings Bryan made an impassioned speech at the Democratic National convention in Chicago. He had been campaigning to gain the nomination, but had ultimately lost. However, his speech moved the delegates and ultimately he won the nomination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Having behind us the producing masses of this nation and the world, supported by the commercial interests, the laboring interests and the toilers everywhere, we will answer their demand for a gold standard by saying to them: You shall not press down upon the brow of labor this crown of thorns, you shall not crucify mankind upon a cross of gold.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True liberalism embodied in a speech and an even more truly democratic process. The delegates were allowed to vote their hearts and that is what politics is about. What do you believe in your heart is the right course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypothetically if Obama loses the primaries and enters the convention as the loser, what can he do? In the days of old he could have used his amazing oratory skills to swing the convention in his favor. Today his only choice seems to be a short concession speech and tossing his support to the winner. Despite the fact that his delegates probably think Clinton is the wrong choice, they will still be forced to vote for her. How is that democratic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the Liberalism and where is the Conservatism? Where the democracy that I learned about as a school child. Where are the Lincolns, Bryans, Kennedys, and the Carters? I'm not sure where the political process is headed, but I'm not sure I like it very much. I yearn for the days of impassioned speeches, true debates, and two distinct parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-5218625140045505940?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/5218625140045505940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=5218625140045505940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/5218625140045505940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/5218625140045505940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/02/american-politics.html' title='American Politics'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-5101147378310039628</id><published>2008-02-04T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T07:58:04.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Relaxing Weekend ened by a Tragedy</title><content type='html'>This last weekend I took Friday off and headed north. I took two buses and finally I reached Ein Hasofet. If you don't remember Ein Hashofet and need a visual reminder check out my pictures and look at the albums from October and December. You can also check out the posts from that time to refresh your memory of the Kibbutz where I spent 2 months volunteering. It was a great time and an interesting look into Israeli culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went back to visit all the friends I left who were on the Ulpan. A few of the volunteers were still there, but most of them too had moved on. A day makes it a little difficult to make new friends, but I did meet many new people. The volunteer ranks have grown a little, but the Ulpan is largely the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night Daryl met me in Yokneam and we had an excellent dinner. We bought a few beers and reminisced about good times and caught up on each others lives. We then headed to the Super Sal [Supermarket] and bought some snacks  and beer for later. That night after a quick haircut we hung out and had some beers and I generally had a great time catching up with all my old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief side note...most of the weekend was spent speaking only in Hebrew as the Ein Hashofet Ulpan is 4 months into the 5 month process. Even the כתה א (Class Aleph) students are able to hold down decent conversations. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl and I woke up late on Friday morning and went back to Yokneam. The original plan was to go to Haifa, but we ended up getting a late start and the buses wouldn't work for us. Anyway, we ate lunch and did a little shopping...I bought a new hat. My old one was too big for my newly cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we went to he Ein Hashofet pub. We played pool, drank, ate, and danced. It was a great night. While there I met up with some kibbutznik friends who I had made while volunteering. Long story short one of them invited me on his Shabbat day trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 9:30 am to go on the trip was a little difficult. We only got back from the pub at around 3 or 4 am. Tired and without coffee, Daryl, Begonyia [from Spain], Matan [My kibbutznik friend], and I all headed for a brunch. Little did I know what was in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to a small Arab village south of the Kibbutz. We pulled up at a tiny little restaurant in the middle of an Israeli Arab village. The restaurant was an amazing experience. We were shuffled to the best table in the restaurant an food immediately appeared. (Matan had ordered with out me even knowing.) Humus, salads, chips (french fries to us), falafel, stacks of pita, and plates of Arabic jasmin rice, meat, beans, and tahina. When a plate looked empty it was refilled very quickly. The owner (I can only assume the man working was the owner) was pretty regularly checking up on us and all the other customers. A mix of Hebrew and Arabic was in the air mixing with the wonderful scents of food. Arab families were sitting next to Israelis and children were playing outside. It was delicious food, and a wonder of an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the amazing food and a quick shot of spiced Arabic coffee we headed to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tel_Megiddo"&gt;Tel-Meggido&lt;/a&gt;. This is an archeological site near Ein Hashofet. The like goes to the Wikepedia entry for it. Quite an amazing piece of history overlooking a modern road that was built on an ancient one. I took lots of pictures and had an amazing time. History is everywhere here and its almost always right next to something very modern. Tel-Meggido is right next to Kibbutz Meggido. Its amazing to see how interwoven history is with the modern state. Check out the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home life seemed to return to normal. Unfortunately tragedy struck this morning and it was quite close to home. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dimona"&gt;Dimona &lt;/a&gt;is a city in the Negev. Its mostly famous as the bathroom stopping point on the bus to Eliat. However, its a fairly large settlement just south of Be'er Sheva. While smaller than Mequon, this country is much smaller and 36,000 people is a fairly large place. This morning tragedy struck in Dimona as the first suicide bomb in over a year hit. Details are still a bit sketchy, but at least one woman died and 11 were wounded. Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.haaretz.com"&gt;Ha'aretz&lt;/a&gt; article to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene from lunch on Saturday is playing over and over in my mind. Most people here just want to live their lives, but there is so much hate. I desperately want history to not repeat itself this time. I want there to be peace, but I know its difficult when young men and women are willing to blow themselves up to try and make their point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-5101147378310039628?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/5101147378310039628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=5101147378310039628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/5101147378310039628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/5101147378310039628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/02/nice-relaxing-weekend-ened-by-tragedy.html' title='A Nice Relaxing Weekend ened by a Tragedy'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-6239157464823115598</id><published>2008-01-26T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T13:04:42.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Days in Israel</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my 100th Day in Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 100 days I've seen so much and realized how much I love this place and how much I haven't yet seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen factories, kibbutzim, cities, holy sites, archaeological digs, sunrises, sunsets, and so many other things. My blog could not appropriately contain all of these experiences. I know that I have tried, but only by being here with me could you understand the power this place has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of a song by one of my favorite artists: John Mayer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing you to&lt;br /&gt;catch you up on places I've been&lt;br /&gt;And you have this letter&lt;br /&gt;you probably got excited, but there's nothing else inside it&lt;br /&gt;didn't have a camera by my side this time&lt;br /&gt;hoping I would see the world through both my eyes&lt;br /&gt;maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm&lt;br /&gt;in the mood to lose my way with words&lt;br /&gt;TODAY skies are painted colors of a cowboy cliche'&lt;br /&gt;And its strange how clouds that look like mountains in the sky&lt;br /&gt;are next to mountains anyway&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have a camera by my side this time&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would see the world through both my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm&lt;br /&gt;in the mood to lose my way&lt;br /&gt;but let me say&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes&lt;br /&gt;it brought me back to life&lt;br /&gt;You'll be with me next time I go outside&lt;br /&gt;NO more 3x5's&lt;br /&gt;I Guess you had to be there&lt;br /&gt;I Guess you had to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally overcame&lt;br /&gt;tryin' to fit the world inside a picture frame&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm in the mood to&lt;br /&gt;lose my way but let me say&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes&lt;br /&gt;it brought me back to life&lt;br /&gt;You'll be with me next time I go outside&lt;br /&gt;no more 3x5's&lt;br /&gt;just no more 3x5's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I hope you all get to experience Israel in some way....its truly an amazing place. No words can adequately describe it or its effects on a person, especially a Jewish person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-6239157464823115598?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/6239157464823115598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=6239157464823115598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/6239157464823115598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/6239157464823115598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/01/100-days-in-israel.html' title='100 Days in Israel'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-5992104337242095204</id><published>2008-01-24T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:25:50.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ט"ו בשבת ועוד</title><content type='html'>So there have been a few minor developments in my life here on the kibbutz recently. As always I'm here to update you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life here is generally boring, but every once an awhile something interesting comes along that makes everything seem happier. For instance, a few days ago I figured out how to put my computer into Hebrew. Unfortunately for the first few days I was unable to type in Hebrew because the keyboard is not phonetic to the standard English QWERTY. No matter, for twenty shekels (20 ₪) I purchased a set of glow in the dark stickers with both English and Hebrew keys. Its pretty cool looking and now I have to learn a second keyboard. Switching between the two is fairly easy, I just hold down alt+shift to switch between the two. Quite nice if I do say so myself. I'm still searching for a freeware Hebrew keyboard teaching program, but no such luck yet. Meh, this is still a significant source of joy to me...a testament to how boring Kibbutz life can be sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was ט"ו בשבת (Tu B'shvat.) I'm sure most of you knew this because &lt;a href="http://rabbiphyllis.blogspot.com"&gt;Phyllis'&lt;/a&gt; various &lt;a href="http://imabima.blogspot.com"&gt;blogs&lt;/a&gt; have all be discussing both the holiday and a greener lifestyle. Well being in Israel I thought that I would be able to get the upper hand on her by taking pictures of myself planting trees in the Negev and helping to fulfill the dream of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Ben-Gurion"&gt;David Ben Gurion&lt;/a&gt; to establish both Jewish settlements here and making the desert bloom. However, sadly Jewish law has interceeded on my sister's behalf and I was not able to plant a tree here. This year is the seventh year of the cycle of planting and according to Jewish Law, this is the year of rest for the land. No planting of trees, crops or anything else for that matter. No pictures of me helping to fulfill Ben Gurion's dream....that will all have to wait until next year. Unfortunate, but a reality of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting thing about life here on Revivim is the placement of holidays. While ט"ו בשבת was actually on the 22rd of January or Tuesday, the Kibbutz does not celebrate any holidays that may interfere with work. Work here is paramount. So any holiday during the week is shifted to the next Friday evening or Saturday afternoon. Thus we will be having a Tu B'shvat Seder (שדר ט"ו בשבת) on Friday evening after dinner and before the bar opens. It seems strange to me, but it is simply the way of things here. I suppose it says a lot about the priorities of this Kibbutz. Work always comes before anything else...even Jewish holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm staying here on the Kibbutz, for the Tu B'shvat seder. However, next weekend I'll be heading back to Kibbutz Ein Hashofet to visit some old friends from my days of volunteering. After that Mom and Phyllis will be here! I'm so excited to spend a few days in Jerusalem and see some family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've uploaded a few new pictures so you should all check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-5992104337242095204?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/5992104337242095204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=5992104337242095204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/5992104337242095204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/5992104337242095204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='ט&quot;ו בשבת ועוד'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-1522141436223817588</id><published>2008-01-18T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T07:56:28.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brief History of Kibbutz Revivim</title><content type='html'>This Last week my Hebrew class took a trip to the Kibbutz's museum. In this museum is the history of Kibbutz Revivim...I'll briefly summarize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kibbutz Revivim grew out of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Youth_Aliyah"&gt;Youth Aliyah Movement&lt;/a&gt; during the time of the British Mandate. The British Mandate Authority allowed Jews to purchase land, but not create settlements. The group that was to become Kibbutz Revivim was just a small group living in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rishon_LeZion"&gt;Rishon LeZion&lt;/a&gt;, a small suburb of Tel-Aviv. The group was finally granted a small parcel of land in 1943. They were to fulfill the dream of settling the Negev. However, because permanent settlements were illegal...Revivim was established as a Agricultural Research Station. Its formal name was Mitzpeh Revivim or Watch tower Revivim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no actual roads to it and only a small desert piece of land, it took 5 hours to make the trip to the new land. Today it takes about 2 hours. The first settlement was only three men. The station grew slowly and eventually some of the women were allowed to come. The growth of the new settlement was stopped by the War of Independence in 1948.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the War Revivim was the center of Israel's defense of the Negev. Kibbutz Revivim had many purposes during the War. An airstrip was built to bring in supplies. The caves which were once home to the settlers became the field hospital and main base. Many brave men and one woman of Revivim fell during the war. However, after the dust settled and Israel's position became clear...Revivim became the heart of the Negev. Revivim now has moved about a kilometer away and the original kibbutz has now become the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my pictures of the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fhlsklar%2Falbumid%2F5156832761705687281%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-1522141436223817588?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/1522141436223817588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=1522141436223817588' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/1522141436223817588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/1522141436223817588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/01/brief-history-of-kibbutz-revivim.html' title='A Brief History of Kibbutz Revivim'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-2179788991725401876</id><published>2008-01-15T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T05:36:08.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy Strikes in Israel</title><content type='html'>Every week I read the Israeli newspaper in Hebrew and I have very quickly learned the words for rocket, casualty, killed, and terrorist. It is unfortunate that I've had to learn such phrases, but they are part of Israeli culture. Every week more rockets fall from the sky onto unsuspecting Israeli communities that just happen to border the Gaza Strip. Israel's responses are always swift. It is a cycle of violent actions which beget more violent actions. My heart weeps for both the Israelis and the Palestinians. I weep because neither side has know peace, ever in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days after President George W. Bush left Israel a violent tragedy has occurred. An &lt;a href="http://www.jpost.com/servlet/Satellite?cid=1200308091565&amp;amp;pagename=JPost%2FJPArticle%2FShowFull"&gt;Ecuadorian volunteer&lt;/a&gt; was gunned down by an Palestinian sniper while he was working in the fields of Kibbutz Ein Hashlosha (עין השלושה). He was only 20 years old and only was looking to get away from home for awhile. Its terribly sad, especially for the Ecuadorian volunteers on my kibbutz. I can't imagine a life where going to work in your farm fields requires a bullet proof vest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if this scene weren't bad enough the Israeli's responded quickly to the attack. The &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/featuredCrisis/idUSL15611469"&gt;IDF killed 15 Palestinians in a raid&lt;/a&gt; near Gaza City. Attack and and defense, attack and counter attack. This is the life here in Israel. While in the past, the United States of America has taken interest in fixing the situation, the current administration seems to be interested in other endeavors in the Middle East. I have been reading the Dennis Ross book called "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Missing-Peace-Inside-Story-Middle/dp/B000F3UNRM/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1200403327&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Missing Peace&lt;/a&gt;." It describes the great lengths which the George HW Bush (Bush I) and Clinton went to to attempt to broker peace deals in the region. By comparison George W Bush (Bush II) has barely lifted a finger. He has only visited Israel twice while in office. He has made outrageous claims that he hopes for an Israeli-Palestinian deal by the end of his term. This is clearly not even close to possible while rockets fly from Gaza on a daily basis and Israeli planes bomb Gaza right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living on a Kibbutz so far away from either Gaza or the West Bank puts me in a unique position to view the conflict. Be'er Sheva and Revivm are possibly some of the safest places in Israel. The view isn't always pretty from the highest and safest perch. Neighboring regional councils are in quite real danger and there seems to be no end in sight. I pray for peace, but I don't know if that has ever been enough. I'm at a complete loss...its just hard to fathom such hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for peace and pray for comfort for an Ecuadorian family who didn't know when the kissed their son goodbye, a few months ago, it would be the last time they saw him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-2179788991725401876?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/2179788991725401876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=2179788991725401876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/2179788991725401876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/2179788991725401876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/01/tragedy-strikes-in-israel.html' title='Tragedy Strikes in Israel'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-7851230266260643724</id><published>2008-01-10T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:38:25.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesickness</title><content type='html'>So today I went to Be'er Sheva on the 3pm bus from Revivm. Normally taking this bus is a happy occasion as I'm getting off the Kibbutz for a nice change of pace. For some reason its nice to walk around a city once and awhile. Today I went for a different reason. My phone broke about a week ago and I had to go back to Be'er Sheva to retrieve it from the store. Don't worry about the phone as the problem was apparently fairly minor to fix. Since it was my problem and no one really had business in Be'er Sheva I happened to go alone this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus today was a group of my Israeli friends who are members of this Kibbutz's Nahal Garin. A Garin is a group of Israeli's not from a Kibbutz who agree to live on a Kibbutz and do a whole mess of other programing. After their army service they are eligible for full Kibbutz membership, something not generally available to the general public of Israel. Anyway, the Garin members get one weekend off a month and it generally starts on Thursday and goes till Sunday. They all tend to go back to their parents houses wherever they may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all of them happy and excited to go home and see their parents reminded me of just how far away from home I am. Its funny to think about how long I've been here. At this point I've been here for over 80 days. (83.5 to be exact.) I know that I was away from home for the last 4.5 years, but its different being in Minneapolis than it is being in Israel. Having no family here is difficult even with so many friends here. Friends are great, but family is priceless. So this weekend I'm going to Tel-Aviv to see my brother...I know he's not my real brother, but Brett is probably the closest thing I have to family here in Israel. There's no firm plans, but I do know that it will be nice to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been the best at communicating with family and friends this past two and a half months, but I'm going to try and change that. However, with that said I'd really like to here from my loyal readers, especially the family. Anything would be great...emails...comments on the blogs...and phone calls. I love all of you guys and want to thank you greatly for all the support you've sent my way. I'm just having having a tough day today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-7851230266260643724?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/7851230266260643724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=7851230266260643724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/7851230266260643724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/7851230266260643724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/01/homesickness.html' title='Homesickness'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-4785263676974384449</id><published>2008-01-04T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T09:01:19.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Week</title><content type='html'>So its been another week of Ulpan and I thought I'd update you all on the happenings around the Kibbutz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class is going quite well. We're going over verb forms...which is review for me, but its great to review. Every class I learn new words and read more and more fluently. I've been reading the back page of the new immigrant newspaper. Its the easy page with only abbreviated articles, but its very cool that I'm reading the news in Hebrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for speaking...I've managed to put myself into the only job where English is absolutely not spoken. So every day in the kitchen I get barked at in Hebrew and I'm starting to bark back. Not really interesting work, but at least its work I know and easy to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else has happened this week...New Years was the highlight. There is a party in the Kibbutz tonight for Sylvester. It should be a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabbat Shalom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-4785263676974384449?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/4785263676974384449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=4785263676974384449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4785263676974384449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4785263676974384449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-week.html' title='Another Week'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-4431094006900079835</id><published>2008-01-02T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T05:00:57.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First New Years in Israel</title><content type='html'>So Israel is a very strange country. While living in the modern world and mostly doing business in it, there are a few exceptions. New Years in Israel is not really a holiday. My Kibbutz doesn't take the day off of work and even goes so far as to change the date of New Years to this Friday...we don't work Saturdays so its easier to have a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israelis call New Years Sylvester. After some quick research to find out why I feel that it is only an Israeli sense of humor which could spawn such a name. Check out his article on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pope_Sylvester_I"&gt;wikiepedia&lt;/a&gt; to understand more. He was a huge anti-Semite, but his Papacy ended on the 31st of January 335. The 31st is also his saint day. All kinds of strange going on with the holiday here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...we decided to head to Tel-Aviv for some fun. By we I mean almost the entire Ulpan group and most of the volunteers as well. It was quite a good time. We went to a club called Concha which is in the old Port area of Tel-Aviv. We essentially danced the night into the morning. We finally made it to the Kibbutz we were staying at, in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rehovot"&gt;Rehovot&lt;/a&gt;, at around 5:30am. We slept the day and meandered back to Be'er Sheva. We finally made it back to Revivim around 6:30pm. It was quite a wild night and quite an amazing way to spend New Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be coming as soon as I can gather all the cameras that were in the club with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One New Years in Israel down...One more to go on this great adventure of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-4431094006900079835?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/4431094006900079835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=4431094006900079835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4431094006900079835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4431094006900079835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-new-years-in-israel.html' title='My First New Years in Israel'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-3227266993939662014</id><published>2007-12-30T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T05:51:03.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend...In my favorite place...ירושלים</title><content type='html'>So on Thursday night I got a random phone call from my friend Suzy. "HARRY! (Suzy has no inside voice.) YOU MUST COME SEE ME IN JERUSALEM!" Well after a few hours of frantic searching for a place to sleep in Jerusalem I came up empty handed. It was sad...but I decided not to let that deter me in any way. I then received another phone call from Suzy. "HARRY! (She still hasn't developed an inside voice.) BRETT IS COMING TO JERUSALEM! STAY WITH HIM!" That is exactly what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride from Be'er Sheva to Israel is actually quiet interesting. You get to watch the country side gradually turn from desert scrub into lush green and from flat hills and sand dunes into the Judean Hills. Its quite incredible. Unfortunately my camera was out of batteries so there were no pictures taken this weekend. Never fear...this will not be my last trip to Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving at the Central Bus Station in Jerusalem I heard the Shofar sound telling me it was Shabbat. It also told me that the whole city (minus the non-kosher restaurants) was closed. So I called Brett and we met up to hop a cab to his friend Eugene's apartment. We hung out and discussed what was going on in our lives. For me that is basically class and not much else. For Brett and his friend Zach that was the Army. There's really nothing else to talk about. We ordered dinner (hamburgers) and went off to hangout at the bars in Jerusalem. We ended up at Egon and finally got to hang out with Suzy! Good times were had and a chill evening followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett and I crashed at his friend Zach's apartment and didn't wake up until around noon. We got up and made delicious pasta for lunch and watched the movie "Shooter." The movie is actually a pretty good one...very accurate and also very scary. Conspiracy movies always scare me more than most other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up catching a 7:00pm bus back to Be'er Sheva which got me in 5 minutes before the last bus to Revivim. All in all a good weekend. Very relaxing and very nice to see some friends and be in Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. No pictures from Jerusalem, but finally the last of my Ein Hashofet Pictures and some other new ones. Check them out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-3227266993939662014?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/3227266993939662014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=3227266993939662014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3227266993939662014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3227266993939662014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/12/weekendin-my-favorite-place.html' title='A Weekend...In my favorite place...ירושלים'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-5837643428272282700</id><published>2007-12-25T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T10:34:27.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Living on a Kibbutz in Israel we tend to forget there is an outside world. However, today is the day in which Jews all across America will be eating Chinese food and watching movies. Here it is just another day on the Kibbutz. I wouldn't quite call it a culture shock for me but it is strange. Today is just another day. Even the Volunteers who aren't Jewish are working today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had a small Christmas celebration organized by the Korean girls. The celebration came complete with a tree, cards, and even Christmas carols. The pictures from this even will be posted up tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fhlsklar%2Falbumid%2F5147978683186580913%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-5837643428272282700?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/5837643428272282700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=5837643428272282700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/5837643428272282700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/5837643428272282700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-8089011547309632715</id><published>2007-12-19T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T05:33:50.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the lateness...</title><content type='html'>Sorry that this post has taken so long to get off to all of you. Over the last week the internet connection here has been iffy at best. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am...Starting the next phase of my Adventure/Journey. As I write this post I'm sitting in the Ulpan/Volunteer Moadon (מועדון) of Kibbutz Revivm (קיבוץ רביבים). This is a completely different and new place. It is nothing like Ein Hashofet and I'll be explaining why over the next few posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with this Kibbutz seems to be less organized that Ein Hashofet was. A prime example of this is the laundry. At Ein Hashofet the laundry went out Tuesday morning and came back Tuesday afternoon. Here the laundry goes in whenever you feel like and comes back whenever they feel like doing that particular type of laundry. Another example of the organization here is the work schedule. Every day we must check the office door to find out where we will be working tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have two different types of days to cope with as far as scheduling is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Days begin at 8am. I don't eat breakfast on class days to get a few extra minutes of sleep. Class goes until about 11am when we get a break for a half an hour. Then we finish up class at 12:45 or 1pm. That's the whole day. It seems short, but the class works non-stop. I'm in the advanced class or כיתה ב. We've been spending a lot of time on verbs. Its mostly review for me, but its nice to have the review. I'm not the most advanced in the class right now, but the guy who is (Uri) and I are always grouped together for difficult exercises. I've been attempting to read the Ulpanist newspaper and a few books written for ulpan students. Its difficult, but also rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my work days I begin at 7:30am with a light breakfast. Then its off to whatever my work is for the day. That can vary with each passing day. The past few days I've been working in the kitchen, preparing the food for the dining hall. However, I've also worked in the olive groves and will probably have other work later. The lunch break is determined by what your work is and so is the ending time. The kitchen generally lets me go around 2:30 or 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other things to do on the kibbutz, this place is nothing like Ein Hashofet. There is no order to when and where we are allowed to be. The sports fields are always open. There are two pubs here and one is always open. There's even a bus station on the kibbutz which takes us to Beer Sheva for 10 NIS (New Israeli Shekel.) All in all this is a pretty nice place to spend a handful of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post again soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-8089011547309632715?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/8089011547309632715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=8089011547309632715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/8089011547309632715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/8089011547309632715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/12/sorry-for-lateness.html' title='Sorry for the lateness...'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-5939615168016477615</id><published>2007-12-16T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:45:29.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>להיתרות עין השופת (Goodbye Ein Hasofet)</title><content type='html'>Well its time to say goodbye to Ein Hashofet (עין השופת). Its been a wonderful place to get acclimated to this country, but its time for me to be moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you on Facebook, and I apologize to the rest of you, my counter is nearing the zero mark as my Ulpan starts on Sunday December 16th. I have mixed emotions about leaving this place. First I love the people here. Not necessarily the Kibbutznikim, but the Ulpanists and other volunteers are great people. However, I do not like the way the Kibbutz has been treating us. Why have a volunteer program if you're going to constantly look down on us. I guess that its just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days at Ein Hashofet were basically a blur. The last two days of work were both half days. Thursday because of a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Druze"&gt;Druze&lt;/a&gt;/Muslim holiday called Chag haChorban. It is essentially a holiday commemorating the Akkada or binding of Issac in the Torah. However, their celebration was a gigantic barbecue. Almost 70% of Mivrag's employees are Druze which meant the factory shut down early. It was amazing food, good music, and an interesting cultural experience. My last day of work was a Friday. Normally a half day, this day was my last of work and also the last day of two Mexican girls: Karina and Nicole. We didn't have a party because there was too much work to be done. However, they did give us all presents...a coaster set and a beautiful key chain. Both were labeled with the Mivrag logo. Nice people working in the factory, but I'm quite glad that portion of my life is over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night I spent at Ein Hashofet was another Barbecue. This one was put on by the Ulpanists in honor of the Volunteers who were leaving. It was a great party and there will be pictures soon on my Google Web Albums. Basically what I can tell you is that Brazilians know how to make a barbecue. After the party wound down there were more festivities. The Mexican girls and I stayed up until 7:30 AM when we all caught a cab to Yoknam and a bus to Tel Aviv. From there we parted ways...they went to Istanbul for 5 days and I hopped the train to Be'er Sheva. Time for Ulpan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-5939615168016477615?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/5939615168016477615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=5939615168016477615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/5939615168016477615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/5939615168016477615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-ein-hasofet.html' title='להיתרות עין השופת (Goodbye Ein Hasofet)'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-5933404828596515474</id><published>2007-12-11T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:41:38.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zionism, Hannukah, and much more Randomness</title><content type='html'>Sorry to all that I haven't been posting a lot recently. Life's just pretty boring around here right now. Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight is the last night of Hannukah and its been a fairly eventful Hannukah around here, and by that I mean not really at all. The Kibbutz commemorates Hannukah by dishing out a few jelly doughnuts and there was a Latke dinner on Monday night. Otherwise we've pretty much been fending for ourselves. I've made it a point to light the candles every night with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me a few days ago that my summer vacation is coming to a close. School let out for me in June and its now December. This period of time represents the longest period of my life without school to date. Kinda weird to think that in a few days I'll be back at it. Yet I'm very excited to be starting my Ulpan. I know that my Hebrew has already improved, but I'm sure that in 5 months I'll be pretty close to fluent. That's the goal anyway. The first phase of my journey is nearing a close and the second leg is up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pondering a lot of things while staring at screws falling into boxes all day. Can I be a better Zionist living in the diaspora than living in Israel? Its a strange notion to think about since I have always been taught that Aliyah is the highest form of Zionism. However, I think that I can do more productive for the state of Israel by working for the Jewish community in America and teaching Zionism to the community. Yet on the other hand...who knows. Life is complex and I've only been here for about 50 days. These are thoughts and I'm not planing on doing anything drastic. Just some things I'd like to share with my loyal readership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-5933404828596515474?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/5933404828596515474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=5933404828596515474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/5933404828596515474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/5933404828596515474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/12/zionism-hannukah-and-much-more.html' title='Zionism, Hannukah, and much more Randomness'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-4341168725827294549</id><published>2007-12-03T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T08:22:47.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golan and Hannukah (or is it Channukah)</title><content type='html'>So its been a few days and I'll update you all on the happenings in my life here in Eretz Yisroel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend Ofri and I decided to take a little trip to the Golan Heights for some camping and hiking. To say it was fun would be an understatement. We camped, we ate, we drank beer at the Golan Brewery, and we hiked a gorgeous trail. The pictures say what my words cannot. We held close to the maxim of camping in the States: "Pack in, Pack out. Take only pictures, leave only footprints." Overall it was a great way to spend a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the first night of Chanukah and it has made me realize a few things about this Kibbutz. First, while they claim to be 100% secular, they still celebrate Jewish holidays. Their level of observance is not what anyone would call high, but there is acknowledgment of all the major holidays. (Hannukah being the most recent I have observed.) The dining hall has a Giant Hanukiah and I'm told we will be lighting a candle every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night is the second night of Channukah and thus my Hebrew birthday! I'm kind of excited to spend my first holiday here in Israel. Hopefully this weekend I will go to Jerusalem to see some of the HUC kids and maybe the Klein-Katzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more personal note...I arrived at a few decisions regarding my life recently. I've decided to keep a kosher style diet from now on. I'm wholly unconcerned as to whether a rabbi tells me that meat is or isn't kosher. However, I'll attempt to buy only kosher cuts of meat and stay away from those animals that cannot be kosher. I'm also no longer mixing milk and meat. While I'll probably miss cheeseburgers, making each moment Jewish seems more important. To continue with that theme...I've also decided to again wear a Yarmulke all the time. I'm sure this will make Dad happy as he sent me off with a large number of them. I'm convinced that these personal decisions will be good for me in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a wonderful Hannukah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-4341168725827294549?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/4341168725827294549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=4341168725827294549' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4341168725827294549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4341168725827294549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/12/golan-and-hannukah-or-is-it-channukah.html' title='Golan and Hannukah (or is it Channukah)'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-3533355612367331609</id><published>2007-11-29T09:23:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T10:00:29.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness Update</title><content type='html'>So its become more difficult to post to the blog recently. This is because my time on the internet has been cut much shorter. The Kibbutz has installed a new computer in the lab and eliminated the only free internet cable. While the cable was still here I always could plug my lap top in and post. Now I must wait in line to use the computers that they have here. They're horrible and barely worth the time you wait, but at least there's internet. Anyway...here's the update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I had a great time hanging out with Brett in Tel-Aviv. It was probably one of the most fun weekends I've had here, mostly because I was with Brett. He's going into the army in about 18 days. While I know it'll be at least a year before he even gets close to combat, its still a cause for worry. The army is what it is here and its part of his citizenship. I've been speaking with many new immigrants recently. There are a handful like Brett who consider it a duty to The State, while there are, in my opinion, too many others who see it as a different opportunity. For the latter, the army here is a way to prove something to themselves and others. Its too bad, but that is the way it is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the weekend in Tel-Aviv I bought a pair of &lt;a href="http://www.crocs.com/"&gt;Crocs&lt;/a&gt;. For those of you who don't know what they are, check out the link. For those of you who are currently emailing me to rub it in my face that I bought them...stop. Since when have I ever cared about what people thought of my footwear? Anyway, they're some of the most comfortable shoes I've ever own. Also they're perfect for kibbutz life. They go from the shower to hanging out and everywhere in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Tel-Aviv trip, the volunteers from Ein Hashofet went on a trip to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acre%2C_Israel"&gt;Akko&lt;/a&gt;. Unlike the last volunteer trip, this one was incredibly fascinating. Akko is an almost completely Israeli Arab city. The food, the clothing, the language, and all aspects of life reflect that. For instance, everywhere in Israel has cable tv. In Akko you can see satellite dishes on every house...why you ask? The only way to get Arabic language tv in Israel is through satellite tv. A subtle reminder that while we don't think about it, there is still an Arab minority in Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Akko we traveled to a nearby &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bah%C3%A1%27%C3%AD_Faith"&gt;Baha'i&lt;/a&gt; Garden. It was a beautifully tended garden surrounding the burial place of the faith's most important teacher. The Baha'i faith is a very interesting one. There is no clergy at all. This is because every member of the religion is supposed to teach the faith in their own way. They study the many hundreds of books written by the Baha'i scholars and pray three times daily. They believe that the world's monotheistic religions are simply different paths to the same place. The simplicity of that belief is astounding and also quite beautiful at the same time. All of the workers tending the garden and doing security there were members of the faith. They all volunteered a year of service to the faith's holy places. We met a guard from Atlanta, Georiga and another from Sydney, Australia. Very interesting how they were doing something quite similar to me: volunteering for something they believed deeply in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the trip to the gardens we headed straight for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosh_HaNikra_grottoes"&gt;Rosh HaNikra&lt;/a&gt;. There we climbed through the caves to see the one of the most gorgeous rock formations I've seen in awhile. Other than the rocks though, its not that exciting. There was a cable car ride down to the bottom, but that was pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pictures, I took about 110 between the three sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosh_HaNikra_grottoes"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-3533355612367331609?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/3533355612367331609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=3533355612367331609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3533355612367331609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3533355612367331609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/11/randomness-update_29.html' title='Randomness Update'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-1852612591628343292</id><published>2007-11-23T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T01:27:41.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedouin Hospitality</title><content type='html'>So I bet you're all wondering about the title of this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett decided to meet me in Haifa on Tuesday night. For me that's a quick trip to the mall (about 20 minutes,) but for him its about a 2 hour trip. So he decided that he'd stay the night at my place just to be closer to Tel Aviv, which is where he wanted to end up on Wednesday. However, after spending the night at Ein Hashofet, Brett decided to take me up on my offer of Bedouin hospitality. For those unfamiliar with the term, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bedouin"&gt;Bedouin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is required to give a guest all the comforts of home for at least three nights. So Brett and I have been hanging out since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm off to Tel Aviv for some fun. I've taken Sunday off work to avoid the Saturday evening bus traffic and spend a little bit more time with Brett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update you all on the weekend's happenings soon...Shabbat Shalom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-1852612591628343292?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/1852612591628343292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=1852612591628343292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/1852612591628343292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/1852612591628343292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/11/bedouin-hospitality.html' title='Bedouin Hospitality'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-283579923681949859</id><published>2007-11-19T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:12:07.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail?!</title><content type='html'>So after about a month of absolutely perfect weather here at Ein Hashofet (עין השופט) something truly amazing happened. Not only did it rain in buckets today...it Hailed...a lot...huge pieces. I looked out the window at work and saw it start. I turned to my Israeli co-worker and asked him how to say hail in Hebrew(ברד.) It took him a few moments to process because he'd not seen hail in so long. Turns out its an incredibly rare thing to happen around here. I snapped some photos as soon as I got home from work. Most of the guys from South America were stunned. One of the Brazilian guys joked: "We not have in Brazil...our country is very poor, can't afford like the US."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway check out the &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hlsklar/Hail"&gt;photos...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-283579923681949859?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/283579923681949859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=283579923681949859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/283579923681949859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/283579923681949859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/11/hail.html' title='Hail?!'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-1241335109788751940</id><published>2007-11-17T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T12:01:13.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shabbat Hike</title><content type='html'>Today was Shabbat and therefore pretty boring around the Kibbutz. The factories are all closed and so is pretty much everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To contend with boredom, we decided to go on a short nature hike. It turned into a few hours of good conversations, great views, and an amazing sunset. I took a few photos and have posted them up on my &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hlsklar/111707ShabbatHike"&gt;web albums&lt;/a&gt;. Check them out and be sure to look at the map feature. It'll show you where exactly we hiked around. The pictures really speak for themselves, but I do have one thing to say. This country is really beautiful. It takes my breath away how much beauty there is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-1241335109788751940?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/1241335109788751940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=1241335109788751940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/1241335109788751940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/1241335109788751940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/11/shabbat-hike.html' title='A Shabbat Hike'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-3718960110693622646</id><published>2007-11-16T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T02:56:16.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shabbat/Day 28</title><content type='html'>So now I have been in Israel for a month. I know that most month's are 30-31 days...but everyone discounts February. It is still a month and yet only 28 days...29 on a good year. Well a lunar month is roughly 28 days and that's how long I've been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Shabbat once again and I've decided not to go anywhere this weekend. I've been out and about all over the country, except for the south. I think that this weekend I'd rather get some extra sleep and be bored for awhile. Who knows I might even stay up till 3am and listen/watch the Gopher Hockey Game on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason this week has been pretty hard on me. It might have something to do with work...the monotony is starting to get to me. Also the Communism thing is getting to me as well. We all assume, in America and other capitalist economies, that hard work will be rewarded. This week I learned that this is not necessarily so in Communism. Since the pay is the same no matter how fast the work is done, everyone works slowly. On Wednesday there was no work in the factory except for 2 stations. Everyone quickly volunteered themselves for trivial tasks, but I asked to work at one of the 2 stations doing something useful. I assumed that this might win me some points and get me home early. Instead my boss ended up sending home the other workers early and I had to stay until the end of the day. Pretty annoying but not a mistake I'll make again in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has also got me thinking about Zionism and Aliyah. Many of the Ulpan students have made Aliyah and the reasons for doing so are wide and varied. The South Africans are escaping crime and low economy. The Russians are escaping...well Russia and its awfulness. The South Americans are also escaping from the bad economic situations there. Essentially everyone is escaping to Israel. This people haven't made Aliyah because they feel an intense urge to fulfill the Zionist dream. They are searching for a better life. I hope they find it here, but it makes me think about Brett's Aliyah. His sole reason for making Aliyah is to fulfill his Zionism. His army service comes as part of the package and not as the reason for coming. Its made me wonder about my Zionism. My thoughts are not yet coherent enough for a post, but rest assured with so much mindless labor in the factory I'm sure I'll be able to find the words eventually. Just something for you all to think about this Shabbat: What is your Zionism and what does it mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabbat Shalom everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-3718960110693622646?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/3718960110693622646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=3718960110693622646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3718960110693622646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3718960110693622646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/11/shabbatday-28.html' title='Shabbat/Day 28'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-2285749757506694852</id><published>2007-11-11T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T02:43:47.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend At Yiftah (יפתה)</title><content type='html'>What a weekend I had at Kibbutz Yiftah (יפתה.) First of all the Israeli Army has now decided that Brett will not be drafted until December 18th. Craziness, but he's go six whole weeks of absolutely nothing to do on Kibbutz Yiftah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Weekend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Koah Junction from Egged Bus line 500. I proceeded to hitch hike up the mountain to Kibbutz Yiftah. The bus runs through the Hulah Valley to Qyirat Shmona and stops at every road crossing. The only way up the mountain to Brett's Kibbutz was to hitch. Its not as dangerous or illegal to hitch hike in Israel as it is to in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving I realized that this Kibbutz was much different from Ein Hashofet. First off it is almost 100% privatized. The companies are owned by the Kibbutz, but everything else is not communally owned. The three pubs are owned separately by various Kibbutz members. The rental houses for tourists are owned by members. Basically none of the communal facilities except the dining hall are owned independently. The companies which the Kibbutz owns however are communal in their shareholdings. Very strange dichotomy of socialist and capitalist ideals within one small community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great weekend with lots of partying and even a quick trip to Qyriat Shmona. I have some amazing photos of the Golan Heights and Lebanon from Brett's Kibbutz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-2285749757506694852?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/2285749757506694852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=2285749757506694852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/2285749757506694852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/2285749757506694852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/11/weekend-at-yiftah.html' title='A Weekend At Yiftah (יפתה)'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-2807625724559353799</id><published>2007-11-09T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T02:34:11.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Shabbat Note</title><content type='html'>Another week has passed and its Shabbat once again. This weekend I am heading north to visit my best friend Brett on Kibbutz Yiftach. He's made Alyiah and is leaving for the Army in about two weeks. This will be my last chance to see him until his basic training is complete. He's joining a Kibbutz unit called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nahal"&gt;Nahal (נח"ל)&lt;/a&gt;. If you read the link he will be in the 50th Airborne Brigade. Yes my best friend will have wings on his uniform. Crazy to think of how we met at OSRUI all those years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to catch a bus for points north. Shabbat Shalom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-2807625724559353799?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/2807625724559353799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=2807625724559353799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/2807625724559353799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/2807625724559353799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/11/quick-shabbat-note.html' title='Quick Shabbat Note'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-7440937148117931388</id><published>2007-11-07T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:09:57.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So for this post I'll update you on all the random things that I haven't bothered to tell you all about yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living Situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Thursday I finally got a roomate. He's a serious hippie from the Washington DC area. By serious hippie, I mean he doesn't wear shoes except at work where it is required. I'm not talking about sandals or flip-flops here...completely barefoot. He's a pretty nice guy regardless of the footwear thing. (If I comment on the footwear that's pretty wierd.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has become very strange. As soon as I become good at one job on the floor they send me to do another. I guess its nice to have different jobs, but I never know what to expect from work. Its rather strange also that I'm always the last volunteer to leave work. This is not just leaving at the end of the day. I'm also always the last one to leave for any breaks. Damn my work ethic...its not getting me anywhere here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Communism"&gt;Communism&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Socialism"&gt;Socialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are two types of Kibbutzim in Israel today. The first is the kind in which socialism has given way to a more market based economy. Its sort of like an extremely close knit town. There's a dining hall and shared facilities, but no actual shared property. The second kind of Kibbutz is a truly socialist commune type setting. Everything is owned collectively by the kibbutz and is shared. Wages are equal no matter the job. Ein Hashofet is the second type of kibbutz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who live on Ein Hashofet who have never left for a significant period of time other than their Army service. That service was as part of a Kibbutz unit as well. These people don't have bank accounts and don't seem to live in a modern world and yet enjoy the conveniences of one. Its a strange dichotomy which I'm still exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an epiphany at work the other day. The life here is strangely comforting to those who live and work here. They don't have to imagine what job they will do or when to do anything. Their lives are planned because the Kibbutz needs them for something. The community is paramount over the individual. The only other community I can think of where this type of control is exerted over its members is that of the Ultra Orthodox community. Their lives are also planned out and have little free will of decisions. Strange that two communities on completely opposite sides of the social coin can be so similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Immigrating/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aliyah"&gt;Aliyah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I have heard amazing stories of going to Israel and making the Zionist dream come true. Now that I've been here for awhile I know that I can't make Aliyah. Why you ask, with only a three week stay can I confidently say that? This country is a Jewish State, that we have all been taught since childhood. However, as a Reform Jew from America I crave Jewish Community. Israel, from what I have seen, is a community of Jews. While everyone here is Jewish, there is a serious lack of middle ground on anything religious or spiritual. The kibbutz where I live actively puts down anything religious. I've only seen 2 קיפות (Yarlmukes) the entire time I've been on the Kibbutz. I know they are around, but I have yet to see a synagogue of any denomination. Strange that in a Jewish State, I am yearning for a truly Jewish experience. The people who live on the Kibbutz can't understand why I would 'waste' my life on being a rabbi. They don't do anything but study and drain society. I seek Jewish Community not just a community filled with people who say they are Jews. I hope that I am eventually proven wrong and find that spirituality when I leave this kibbutz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. New camera today! Lots of pictures soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-7440937148117931388?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/7440937148117931388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=7440937148117931388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/7440937148117931388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/7440937148117931388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-randomness.html' title='Some Randomness'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-2015863115455918816</id><published>2007-11-05T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T12:19:07.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yitzhak Rabin</title><content type='html'>"We are embarking today on a war in which there are no fallen and injured, and not blood nor suffer. And it is the only war in which it is a pleasure to participate - the war for peace." - Yitzahk Rabin (Upon signing the Oslo Peace Accords)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words were spoken by, in my opinion, one of Israel's greatest heroes. Of course there are many heroes throughout Israel's history, but Yitzhak Rabin will always be known for his work towards peace, something which seems to be in short supply around the world these days. I truly feel that if Rabin had not been assassinated on November 4th, 1995 the world would be a very different place. It is because he truly believed that the time for fighting with Israel's neighbors was through. The what ifs are endless, but I believe that only good could come from having such a great man alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this post about Yitzahk Rabin? On Saturday evening I attended the Memorial Ceremony for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yitzhak_Rabin"&gt;Yitzahk Rabin&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabin_Square"&gt;Rabin Square&lt;/a&gt;. I was joined by over 150,000 Israelis from all over the country. Kibbutzim bussed in their youth and old alike. It was my reason for being in Tel-Aviv this past weekend and honestly I'm very glad I decided to go and my friends were equally glad I dragged them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.jpost.com/servlet/Satellite?pagename=JPost/JPArticle/ShowFull&amp;amp;cid=1192380642961"&gt;ceremony&lt;/a&gt; was all in Hebrew, and my friends (all Ulpan students) were lost. I followed the spirit of each speech if not word for word. The music was truly inspiring to me. The songs were also all in Hebrew and I even found myself singing along to many of them. It finally culminated with a singing of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hatikvah"&gt;Hatikvah&lt;/a&gt;. By the end of the song I was in tears. Its hard to believe I spend more than two weeks here without hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatikvah is literally translated as "The Hope." It is a song that has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. I sang it even before I knew its meaning. I sang it even before I knew or understood the American National Anthem. It was written as a hope for the rebirth of Israel. Today I sing it as a hope for the rebirth of Israel in a region of peace. This was The Hope of Yitzahk Rabin. התקוה של יצחק רבין&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember The Hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border-style: none; margin: 0pt auto; width: auto;" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; direction: rtl;"&gt;כל עוד בלבב פנימה&lt;br /&gt;נפש יהודי הומיה,&lt;br /&gt;ולפאתי מזרח קדימה,&lt;br /&gt;עין לציון צופיה,&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; direction: ltr;"&gt;Kol od baleivav p'nimah&lt;br /&gt;Nefesh y'hudi homiyah&lt;br /&gt;Ulfa'atei mizrach kadimah&lt;br /&gt;Ayin l'tziyon tzofiyah&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; direction: ltr;"&gt;As long as in the heart, within,&lt;br /&gt;A Jewish&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; soul is yearning,&lt;br /&gt;And to the edges of the East, forward,&lt;br /&gt;An eye watches towards Zion,&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: right; direction: rtl;"&gt;עוד לא אבדה תקוותנו,&lt;br /&gt;התקווה בת שנות אלפים,&lt;br /&gt;להיות עם חופשי בארצנו,&lt;br /&gt;ארץ ציון וירושלים.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; direction: ltr;"&gt;Od lo avdah tikvateinu&lt;br /&gt;Hatikvah bat sh'not alpayim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lihyot am chofshi b'artzeinu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eretz tziyon viyrushalayim&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; direction: ltr;"&gt;Our hope is not yet lost,&lt;br /&gt;The hope of two thousand years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be a free nation in our own land,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The land of Zion a&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerusalem" title="Jerusalem"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd Jerusalem.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-2015863115455918816?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/2015863115455918816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=2015863115455918816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/2015863115455918816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/2015863115455918816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/11/yitzhak-rabin.html' title='Yitzhak Rabin'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-8048083281869195619</id><published>2007-11-02T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T12:12:50.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shabbat...</title><content type='html'>Wow, it seems like only yesterday I was writing a post about Shabbat. This past week has been what I would call eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week seemed pretty boring at first with only work to look forward to. That all changed when I learned that I wouldn't have to work Wednesday.  The Kibbutz  had planned a trip to Tel-Aviv for the volunteers. So Wednesday morning we woke up at 8am...that's right we slept in. We got on a mini-bus and headed for Tel-Aviv. The tour guide was hired because he spoke Hebrew and Spanish. The whole tour on the bus was Spanish and was quite annoying to me. Why not do the tour in Hebrew or English, you know the two languages that are common to everyone. The tour was quite boring even to the Spanish speakers. We drove around all the fun parts of Tel-Aviv and didn't leave the bus until Yafo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in Yafo the guide took us to some Christian historical sites and explained that Yafo was very culturally important to both Christians and Jews. I guess I missed the part of the tour about the Jewish parts of Yafo. Regardless the small town is quite pretty with its stone houses and great plazas. After the tour we went to the Shuk in Yafo where I bought nothing. It was interesting to test my Hebrew skills in bargaining for others. I actually talked a merchant from 80 NIS to 20 NIS on a scarf for a friend. After the Shuk we had lunch in a beautiful restaurant in Yafo. Falafel and all the fixings. We devoured with reckless abandon as the food far surpassed anything we ate at the Kibbutz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in Yafo that tragedy struck me personally. My camera, already malfunctioning, was handed to our tour guide to snap a group photo overlooking Tel-Aviv from Yafo. Great picture on everyone else's camera. However, the guide dropped the camera just after snapping the picture. I examined it and noted that it seemed fine. That is until I started taking pictures with it after the tour was over. The camera now doesn't even turn on or take pictures. I'm supremely pissed and can't seem to find anywhere in Israel that can fix it. Sending it home will cost the same as a new camera because of taxes and import duties. I'm truly at a loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top off the horror of my personal tragedy the rest of the tour of Tel-Aviv was going to the Shuk in Tel-Aviv. Seems to me like a wasted tour when there is so much more to the city than the silly tourist trap of a market. Anyway I won't dwell on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday work was suddenly shut down for about an hour when someone drilled a hole into a wall of our kitchenette. Water began spewing out of the pipe he had just drilled through. It was probably the funniest thing I've ever seen in a work setting. It took 20 minutes to figure out which pipe the water was coming from and to turn it off. At which point the whole side of our workshop was covered in water. Almost a centimeter of water accumulated on the floor and had to be squeegeed out before work could resume. Funny way to take a break huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the kibbutz will be losing power for maintenance purposes at around 11:30. This means that my day ended around 10:00 Am after the breakfast break. It was lovely to have such a short day before Shabbat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we're going into Tel-Aviv for the Yitzak Rabin Memorial ceremony on Rabin square. It should be an incredible experience. But that's what I love about Israel. This country blends the Ancient, the new, the religious, and the secular into one amazing place. My two choices this weekend were the Rabin Ceremony and a party in Tel-Aviv or a Shabbaton in Jerusalem. How does one pick between those two strange choices in this amazing land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Shabbat everyone, post more next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-8048083281869195619?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/8048083281869195619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=8048083281869195619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/8048083281869195619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/8048083281869195619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/11/shabbat.html' title='Shabbat...'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-3224397666296327540</id><published>2007-10-30T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:10:29.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Kibbutz Day</title><content type='html'>Since life around here has gotten fairly routine I thought I'd share exactly how I fill the hours of the day I'm awake with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I awaken to the same familiar sound I have been waking up to for the last 4 years: " It's been one week since you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;Cocked your head to the side and said 'I'm angry'&lt;br /&gt;Five days since you laughed at me saying&lt;br /&gt;"Get that together come back and see me"&lt;br /&gt;Three days since the living room&lt;br /&gt;I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you'd forgiven me&lt;br /&gt;but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;Its a song by the Barenaked Ladies and if you've never heard it before I suggest trying to find a copy. It starts out loud and stays that way which is why it has been my alarm clock song for so long. Anyway I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every morning at 6:15 AM. From there I generally do my morning routine. I get dressed in true work clothing provided by the kibbutz. Since its blue collar work we do they issue blue t-shirts and blue work pants. Work boots are also provided, but they're not blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I'm ready for work I grab my ipod and walk the 15 or so minutes it takes to get to the factory. There I really wake up as I get my first cup of coffee. We stand around for awhile waiting for the foreman to come in and tell us what to do. Then its time work. We work from around 7:00 AM until 8:30ish when we stop for a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 8:30 and 9:15 we eat breakfast in the factory's own cafeteria. I usually eat hardboiled eggs, cheese, toast, yogurt (different fruit flavor everyday), and some more coffee. They serve all kinds of what Israelis call breakfast salads, but seriously when was the last time you saw me eat a salad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we head back to work, but its not long before its 11:15 and we take a break for about 10 minutes. I'm not entirely sure why we take this break, but then again I've spent the last 3 and a half years working in Minnesota where the protestant work ethic is king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the break is quickly followed by the lunch break at 12:30. We get a whole hour break, but we have to eat in the main dining hall on the other side of the Kibbutz. Lunch is different everyday. Today I had schnitzel, with rice, chickpeas, jello, and water. Who knows what they'll have tomorrow. The food's not been terrible, but it is strange to see a completely non-kosher dining hall in Israel. They even serve pork here...seems weird to me, but secular kibbutznikim don't seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch its back to the grind. Speaking of which its time to tell you exactly what I do at this crazy screw factory. I essentially box screws for shipping. We use some pretty sophisticated scales to measure out numbers of screws. Every box is packed and then labeled with all of the important information. Every time I refill the hopper on my machine it offers a new challenge. Will these be the screws that well...screw me? Anyway today the hopper actually was filled with nuts, which was a nice change of pace. (Commence with the jokes here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the end of lunch to the end of the work day we have one more break coming usually around 2:45. Once again it seems like a strange time for me to break because we close up shop at 4:00 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I generally shower an hangout with my friends. I usually help them study their ulpan materials, which in turn helps me study a bit too. Sometimes we smoke hookah, sometimes we play futbol. (No one calls it soccer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner is at 6:45 but it is by far the worst meal of the day at the dining hall. It is the leftovers from lunch and the previous day's lunch. Its usually way over cooked from sitting in under the heat lamps. I usually opt for a sandwich and some yogurt. Many people in the kibbutz take extra from lunch home to eat for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner is when the day varies. Being a socialist institution, the kibbutz dictates what goes on and when to everyone. For the Volunteers and Ulpanists, the schedule is especially strict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Night: 8-9PM Gym time. Its only one hour and no chance of getting more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Night: 9:30PM-? Pub is open to all Kibbutz residents, volunteers, and Ulpanists. Its a halfway decent bar, but strange hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Night: has nothing special during it. This is because the volunteer trips happen on Wednesdays. They're not every week, but this week we do have one. We're going into Tel-Aviv and for what I'm not entirely sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Night:  8-9PM Gym time. Its only one hour and no chance of getting more time. That's right only two nights a week are gym nights...good luck staying in shape or lifting weights if you are a volunteer or ulpan member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night: 9:30PM Movie is played in the cinema. Just one showing and just one choice for movies. The pub is also open on Friday nights, same story, but a few more people come on Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night: With the end of Shabbat, the factories start up again and work resumes. Strange, but the weekend here is only one day. This means that the factories are closed from around 1pm on Friday until about 6-7pm on Saturday. The same movie from Friday is also shown on Saturday, but at 8:30 not 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is the first day of the week and back to work. Not much happens Sunday night...its sorta like Monday night in the states...everyone's tired from work and the previous weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my day and week in a nutshell. Hope to have pictures soon for you all...the camera is not cooperating with me right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-3224397666296327540?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/3224397666296327540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=3224397666296327540' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3224397666296327540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/3224397666296327540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/10/typical-kibbutz-day.html' title='Typical Kibbutz Day'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-320348069049358640</id><published>2007-10-26T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:03:22.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Full Day/Second Shabbat</title><content type='html'>So I have had my first full day on the Kibbutz. While its only 11:54 AM here my day is theoretically already complete. I've been assigned a job in one of the kibbutz three factories. The one I work in is owned by the kibbutz company called &lt;a href="http://www.mivrag.co.il/"&gt;Mivrag (מיב&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mivrag.co.il/"&gt;ר&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mivrag.co.il/"&gt;ג.)&lt;/a&gt; There they make screws of all different kinds. My job is in the packaging part of the factory. I sort screws into boxes using pretty sophisticated scales. The whole process is quite fascinating to me as I have never worked in a factory before. Today I sorted and packed three different types types of screws. The piece of the factory I work in is quite small for how much work we accomplished in today's half day of work. I also learned how to say a few new words in Hebrew. Most notably the word for screw (בורג.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...The people here are from so many different backgrounds and places. Its so interesting to see who is here and why. The girl sitting next to me is named Ofri (עפרי) and she's from California. She decided to put off school for a semester at Berkley to live on a kibbutz with some distant relatives. She proclaimed to me last night that she was Ein HaShofet's dairy maid. Which of course sparked a heated debate about whether or not cows actually are happier in California. It ended with me reminding her that while they (California) make more we (Wisconsin) make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also two brothers from South Africa. While they're not exactly refugees, their story reminds me that all is not well in Africa. Even what we think of as the 'civilized' parts. Apparently it is a horrible place to live right now. Rampant crime and little job prospects have forced many South African Jews to make  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="he"&gt;עלייה&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Aliyah). There is a guy here from Amsterdam who is just looking for new experiences and figured Ulpan was a great way to see Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the factory today one of my co-workers is a recent repatriate of Israel. While he grew up in Brooklyn and even served in the US military, his heart has always been with Israel (ארץ ישראל.) His family originally is a hybrid of two very distinct Jewish communities off the beaten path. His mother is and Indian Jew and his Father an Iraqi. He and I discussed the state of Israel's current foreign affairs and the possibilities of the future. I can only describe his views as ardently Zionist. To him it is always Israel first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't work tomorrow as it is Shabbat (יום שבת.) On Sunday (יום רישון) I hope to take some pictures inside the factory to show you where I am working. Shabbat Shalom שבת שלום.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-320348069049358640?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/320348069049358640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=320348069049358640' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/320348069049358640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/320348069049358640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-full-daysecond-shabbat.html' title='First Full Day/Second Shabbat'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-8858670075610832439</id><published>2007-10-25T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:18:21.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the Kibbutz</title><content type='html'>Well I'm not actually sure of what life on the kibbutz is like yet...so far its pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke early and went to the Tel-Aviv bus station and caught a bus to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yokneam"&gt;Yokneam (&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="he" lang="he"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yokneam"&gt;יקנעם.)&lt;/a&gt; It was my first time riding a bus alone, let alone a regional bus! Anyway the ride was pretty boring. I quite frankly was so bored by the scenery that I fell asleep. When I reached Yokneam I called the volunteer coordinator at Ein Hashofet and he came to pick me up. After about a half hour of rules and what not they basically told me to go hangout for the day. No work today because I'm new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kibbutz is very modern. Along with my keys, work cloths, and sheets they issued me a swipe card. No money is used on the kibbutz. Its all done on a credit based system. The volunteers are given 400 NIS to use in the dining hall. The prices in the dining hall are so low its almost funny that they charge. My large plate of cous cous, chickpeas, schnitzel, bread and jello was only 2.50 NIS. Crazy to think because that meal in Tel-Aviv was probably 25-30 NIS! There is a small market here and the only way to purchase anything is with the swipe card. However, the money to buy from the market must come from me. You deposit a certain number of shekels and then you spend. There is also a pub here but its only open on Tuesday and Friday nights. The pub requires a third system of payment called a pub card. I was only told this after I had already deposited my last 100 NIS into the market account. I guess I'll have to go to Yokneam and get more money if I want to go to the pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people here are very different from Tel-Aviv. First of all I haven't met a single Israeli yet. That is not including the ones who work with the volunteers. I am the only volunteer from America and most of the others are from Mexico. I never knew there was a significant Jewish population in Mexico City. After a large group of Mexicans there are a few from South Africa, Ecuador, and Russia. The ulpan group has a handful of Americans and they've been helpful in showing me around. I'll post up some pictures as soon as I have a chance to take some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-8858670075610832439?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/8858670075610832439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=8858670075610832439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/8858670075610832439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/8858670075610832439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-on-kibbutz.html' title='Life on the Kibbutz'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-1061755214389285096</id><published>2007-10-24T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T01:48:55.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go</title><content type='html'>Today I was finally placed on a Kibbutz for volunteering. It took some string pulling but I'm finally on my way. I will be on &lt;a href="http://www.keh.co.il/en/about"&gt;Kibbutz Ein Hashofet (עין השופט)&lt;/a&gt; until December 16th. The Kibbutz is located about 30 minutes south east of Haifa. They are known for their manufacturing of electronics but also have a significant amount of agriculture. I'm very excited to get my grand adventure past the waiting step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few days I've been staying with my friend Gali and she has mostly been at work during the days. This has given me time to wander around Tel-Aviv and get a feel for the city myself. Its been fun but boring at the same time. I've spent a lot of time at the beautiful beach and in and around &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabin_Square"&gt;Rabin Square (כיכר רבין.)&lt;/a&gt; Tel-Aviv is a gorgeous city with lots of interesting things going on. While its not tourist season here there are still plenty to be found at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I met up with a somewhat long lost friends from my NFTY days. Last night we hung out for awhile and talked about old times. Its a small Jewish world and it only gets smaller here in Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow onto the Kibbutz and the next phase of this adventure. More pictures will be posted as soon as there's some time away from work on the Kibbutz. L'hitraot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-1061755214389285096?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/1061755214389285096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=1061755214389285096' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/1061755214389285096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/1061755214389285096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/10/here-we-go.html' title='Here We Go'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-4063245820793642865</id><published>2007-10-22T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T04:47:17.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post Here</title><content type='html'>Well I'm finally here. I've now been in Israel since Friday at around 9am but today is the first day I found internet for free. Trying to write a blog from an Internet cafe was not really on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days have been a whirl but I'll try to catch everyone up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking into the Hostel Brett and I hit the beach and relaxed until shabbos started. We had dinner at an American style pub called Mike's place which was just off the beach. It was nice to see familiar food but even better to see a familiar face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening we went to a pool hall in Tel-Aviv with our friend Gali Hefetz. She was the Shlecha of St. Paul last year and now lives back in Tel-Aviv. Its nice to know an Israeli around the area so well. She's been helping me a lot with my hebrew by forcing me to listen to her and order food in hebrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabbat in Israel and i truly made it one to remember. The beach in Tel-Aviv is gorgeous and so are all the people who congregate there. It was crowded, but not too much so. It was great to just relax, people watch, and tan. The water was cool and even more relaxing than laying on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Gali decided not to come out with us but brett and I managed to make it a decent night. Our conversation over beers mostly focused on Israeli politics. Apparently Brett is one day going to be Prime Minister and will need me to be Minister of the Foreign Ministry. Who knows that just might be possible for Brett. Me, probably not, but you never know what life will bring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day in Jerusalem, the city which Brett seems to hate greatly. I finally went to the HUC campus and saw first hand where and how nice my school is. I met a few people, but Sunday's are 12-14 hour days of classes for the students so I couldn't even talk to the dean who was teaching a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett and I went through the old city and I got a decent tour from his knowledge of Israeli archeology. My second visit to the Kotel was just as breathtaking as the first but this time i saw and learned much more than the first. Pictures will be up soon of this amazing trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late afternoon, tired and thirsty Brett and I invested 50 NIS in three and half hours of hookah and a few glasses of Tea. The hookah bar was in a small back alley and was a great way to kill some time before the HUC students finished up with classes. Brett and I had dinner with a few students at a lovely little pasta restaurant in Jerusalem. Don't remember the name but they had amazing salmon ravioli in a white wine cream sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an exhausting bus ride back to Tel-Aviv we had lemonade and smoothies with Gali near her apartment. It capped an end to a very satisfying day in both the old and the new pieces of Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been eventful to say the least. After a few days of being incommunicado, I have buckled under and got a sim card for my cell phone. Call me anytime the incoming minutes are free: 052-500-1947 (From the states you must dial 011 before the number.) I bought the phone on my first trip to an Israeli mall. Very different from their American cousins, but still a capitalistic shopping extravaganza. Brett was less successful in finding what he needed, namely red shoe polish for his army boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mall Brett went back north to the kibbutz and I'm here in a coffee shop in Tel-Aviv. I can't go to where I am staying until about 8pm because Gali is at work until late tonight. The kibbutz office hasn't been able to place me quite yet but I'm confident that it will happen in a few days. Till then I'm trying not to spend too much money and still learning about how things work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-4063245820793642865?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/4063245820793642865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=4063245820793642865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4063245820793642865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/4063245820793642865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-post-here.html' title='First Post Here'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-7872462784757847965</id><published>2007-10-22T04:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T04:15:46.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Part II (Leaving)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Written from the plane 10.18.2007 (8:04 pm CST)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After getting to the airport I found myself almost in a daze. Here it was, its really happening. I’m leaving my comfort zone big time. I’m venturing off into the unknown with nothing but some clothing and a guitar. I can’t help but feel overwhelmed by m situation. I’m really doing it…I’m really going to make this happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m sitting on the plane bound for &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. The little screens on the plane tell me where somewhere over the South of France. We’re into our third movie of the voyage and I’m not interested in this one. Sorry Jack Black but Nacho Libre…I’ll pass.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before they made me close the shutter on my window I snapped one shot of the horizon over the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Atlantic Ocean&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It was one of the most beautiful sunsets I have seen in a long time. I can only think of a song written by a good friend of mine &lt;a href="http://www.jewishrock.com/"&gt;Danny Nichols&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I watch the sun start to rise&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From my seat 5 miles in the sky&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m starring into a brand new day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For you its already fading away&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dan wrote that song on his way to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, probably on a flight similar to the one I’m on now. Some songwriters are able to truly write amazing songs that speak to people. No where is the truer than in Dan’s song “My Heart is in the East.” I first heard the song before I had ever been to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Now I’m about to live there for at least two years. I almost can’t contain my excitement.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My heart truly is in the east…and soon so will the rest of me.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;L’hitraot family and friends…next post in Israel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-7872462784757847965?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/7872462784757847965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=7872462784757847965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/7872462784757847965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/7872462784757847965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/10/written-from-plane-10.html' title='Delayed Part II (Leaving)'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-1739430163472922316</id><published>2007-10-17T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T04:18:07.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Written 10.15.2007 and completed 10.16.2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not blogging this in the normal way because I don’t seem to have a wifi connection right now. Its not a big deal, I’ll just post this later when I do find some internet.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here I am in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New   York City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I’m staying with my cousin &lt;a href="http://www.finishrich.com/"&gt;David&lt;/a&gt; he lives in a gorgeous apartment right off the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hudson river&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Because David is at work till late tonight so I’m pretty much on my own in the City. I decided to go out for a walk and see a bit of the city. I wandered aimlessly around lower &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and ended up at the South Street Seaport. I’ve been there once before, but it was during the summer before junior year of high school. It was fun to relive those memories for a little while. As I walked past the shops I vividly remembered all of my friends from &lt;a href="http://kutz.urjcamps.org/"&gt;Kutz &lt;/a&gt;camp. As I write this I wonder what they would think of me now. We were all young and seemingly on top of the world then. After all, most of us were on regional board in &lt;a href="http://www.nfty.org/"&gt;NFTY&lt;/a&gt; and having the summer of our lives. Anyway I have digressed…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After wandering aimlessly through the streets of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, I returned to David’s apartment where I promptly fell asleep. Long flight, not enough sleep, and a host of other factors caused my need for sleep. When I awoke I was hungry and I wandered my way back to a pub I had passed earlier in the day. There I had what were my last two beers on American soil. I also watched my last &lt;a href="http://www.nhl.com/"&gt;NHL&lt;/a&gt; hockey game. I met a few &lt;a href="http://newjerseydevils.com/"&gt;New Jersey Devils&lt;/a&gt; fans. Nice folks, but not to happy with me having no opinion about the game at hand. Devils vs Penguins wasn’t exactly one where I cared the outcome. “Pick a side,” they yelled at me over the din of drunken businessmen in suits. I was just there to watch the game for its own sake. Meh, no one likes the Devils anyway.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After finding my way back to David’s place, he returned from his meeting. We stayed up chatting about life. We managed to cover almost every topic that seemed important to us: Family, business, friends, love, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, divorce, and his awesome son Jack. By the time we knew it midnight approached and we decided to go to sleep. In the morning David and I walked Jack to his preschool. While I would have loved to spend more time with both of them, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; beckons me. I hopped a cab for JFK airport shortly after David left for work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-1739430163472922316?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/1739430163472922316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=1739430163472922316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/1739430163472922316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/1739430163472922316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/10/delayed-part-i.html' title='Delayed Part I'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-7516203040861346516</id><published>2007-10-16T05:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T06:02:30.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>Today is the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about a half hour I will begin my long journey. The first stop on this trip into the unknown is actually a place I know quite well. Today my parents and I will spend the day in Highwood Illinois where my sister Phyllis lives. There I will get to say goodbye to my baby nice Yael (9 months old) and her two brothers Samuel (almost 2) and David (almost 6). I will also have to say goodbye to Jessica my girlfriend of almost a year. Needless to say today will probably be another day full of emotion. Who will it be most difficult to say goodbye to? I have no idea at this point, but I do know a few things. First, my niece Yael will be talking, walking, and so many other things. Samuel will be 4 and David will be 8. A lot will change in their lives while I'm off exploring the world. I will not only miss them, but also miss those events that will shape them. Who knows, maybe there will even be another kid crawling around my sister's house when I return. (Not that I know anything that you all don't.) It will be tough to say goodbye to Jessica. She and I have been practically attached at the hip for the last six months. I don't quite know how I'm going to stay in touch with everyone, but staying in touch with her will be more of a challenge because of how often we talk now. Its going to be difficult to say goodbye, that's pretty much the only thing I can say at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom tells me its time to pack the car. I'll have my camera in a few hours so my words will no longer be the only thing to look at on this page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-7516203040861346516?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/7516203040861346516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=7516203040861346516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/7516203040861346516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/7516203040861346516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/10/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681075547465659715.post-7176918588142318397</id><published>2007-10-15T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T18:35:55.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>After talking about it for a few months, I'm now in the final stage of packing for my great Israel Adventure. The number of emotions going through my head that its very hard to write what I feel, but that won't stop me from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in my parents family room and watching what might be my last NHL hockey game for awhile. The Sabers and the Maple Leafs are deadlocked in a 4-4 tie. I should be zipping up my bags, but here I am. I'd love to show you the bags and the packing, but my camera is still not in my possession. I'll have it tomorrow and I'm sure there will be plenty of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post isn't very long, but I really should be packing. I've got a little bit to go before I'm finally ready to get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'hitraot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681075547465659715-7176918588142318397?l=harryinisrael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/feeds/7176918588142318397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681075547465659715&amp;postID=7176918588142318397' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/7176918588142318397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681075547465659715/posts/default/7176918588142318397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harryinisrael.blogspot.com/2007/10/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>Harry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06213051359328481892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ehFsH-mXl_o/R3eeZR-QZ8I/AAAAAAAABRY/0BnetTaHiEc/S220/IMG_5159.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
