Shmuki

The first morning after I came home to Israel from a wonderful, but not luxurious trip to Greece I took a cup of coffee and the newspaper up to my roof to catch up. I heard mew mew from the small machsan and found a little black kitten crouched among the old pillows...

My Son the Soldier

July 2006, an hour before sunset. In my home near Tel Aviv, the phone rings. It is my son David. I hadn’t heard from him for a whole week. I was happy that he had found the time to phone us, and was even more happy to know that he was alright. David, 21 years...

Few hours in Haifa

Today, my mother told me that I have the permission to enter Haifa and Akka from the so-called “Israeli government”. I was really excited and started preparing myself while imagining the sea in front of me. The words started to form sentences in my mind: “Finally your...