Steamy Compost.

In other news, this morning I woke up and turned the compost a bit to be greeted by a steamy rot of biodegration! It was awesome. I have basically made a thermophillic compost pile with temperatures reaching close to 60-65 degrees Celsius!

I fought the temptation of thrusting my arm deep inside the putrid muck, but just seeing that steam rise and knowing that fission was at work brought a smile to my face. Ok, back to collecting black olives.
Check out some great composting videos on YouTube here.

A new face to Israeli Politics!

Last night I went to the kickoff of, what I think, is Israel's most important and promising party ever: http://hayeruka-meimad.org.il/english.
This blog post represents my official endorsement for the Tnua Yeruka-Meimad התנועה הירוקה-מימד party.

In the Tel Aviv exhibition grounds I sat and listened to the speeches of people who are now entering the political arena to really try and push for an Eco-Social agenda. It was great. The most impressive in my opinion are Prof. Alon Tal, who, in addition to his extensive professional bio, also plays saxophone, guitar and violin in a country bluegrass band, and performed at the kickoff!
Of course MK Rabbi Michael Melchior, the #1 seat of the party, gave the most impressive speech. I think Becca summed it up best by saying that "they just really exemplify what I am looking for the Jewish State to stand for".

So get out the word and get people to vote for them!

CEASE-FIRE...

... is good. We'll see what happens next and how long it lasts.
Yes, the jury's still out and what was gained and what was lost. Many questions still remain. Is there a clear victor? Not sure. Ethan Bronner of the New York Times raises some legitimate doubts here, and I think paints a very accurate picture of the situation now.

What will be interesting now is the damage control after Gaza is open to journalists and international media. Bronner picks up a rarely heard voice of a Palestinian lamenting the destuction of her house and actually arriving at the realization that this was brought on by Hamas!

What was interesting about the war, was that the international media was all about its usual antics of attacking Israel's perceived disproportional attack and severe collateral damage while most Israelis acquiesce to a shrug and bowed head over the loss of innocent people, while never doubting for a second the legitimacy of the mission.

What I also found interesting, was the virtual silence I heard from my friends. The only communication I had with people from the 'old country' were Q&A correspondents with people that I've never met and my mom. No one wrote or called to say "Hey, I hear there's a war over there." Maybe it's because it's nothing new over here, or maybe (and this is the theory that I subscribe to) because it's simply not on their radar screen. It could also be because they just don't want to get into it with me, or are tired of talking or hearing about it, or just don't know what to say, but what can ya do.


I mentioned in an e-mail to many that Steve Erlanger's article was very good and that he interviewed Maj. Jacob Dallal (a Chicago native) as Jacob and I were driving back from a miluim tour of Sderot. Cool huh.

More thoughts on the War in Gaza and people's interesting reactions...

So the war goes on. More of our soldiers have been killed and of course innocent civilians in Gaza have been killed as well. We're not sure where it is going, or how long it will take. No prominent mention of Gilad Shalit has been heard, and we are hoping that it will end soon, especially without a major call up of miluimnikim.

Last week I wrote a short article for the iTorah newsletter. I received a lot of compliments, but received this reaction as well:
http://socialjewstice.blogspot.com/2009/01/itorah-or-ibias.html

I was happy to hear it, and also excited that a former NFTYite was engaged in the conversation. His response is very interesting, and intending nothing personal, I responded to him in the following way:

Dear xxx,
I read with great intrigue and interest your response to my short update that was sent out on the iTorah. You write well, and you seem like an intelligent guy. A few questions that you raise, that I would like to respond to.
The word bias is a funny word. Everything is bias and there is no such thing as pure objectivity. So, if I say that I am in favor of the right of a Jewish State to exist in the Land of Israel I am clearly biased, as I am not giving voice to the contrary opinion. All of iTorah is biased. The iTorah usually expresses some sort of opinion in favor of being Jewish, or supporting a Jewish community. Is this bias? No, it is simply the agenda of the organization, which also supports Israel. And when push comes to shove, we will support Israel’s right to defend herself and not support or defend Hamas who calls for Israel’s destruction.

I am quite curious as to why you feel it necessary to continuously blame all problems on Israel. It seems as though, no matter whatever the outcome it will always be Israel’s fault. For instance, the failure of the Palestinians to even begin thinking in the direction of creating a state is ISRAEL’S FAULT?!? This is simply absurd. However, you are not the only one who feels this way. It is a feeling shared by many arm-chair pundits and battered women the world round. Just like a battered woman, many of Israel critics constantly search her soul to figure out what she has done to warrant a beating. What a battered woman often doesn’t realize is that even if she has made mistakes, it is her husband who has a sickness, and will continue to beat her regardless of her behavior however flawed or flawless it maybe.

When you wrote: “Will the damage to Hamas outweight the damage to the diplomatic process that is being weakened with every hour of this war?”
I’m sorry, maybe I missed something. What diplomatic process are you referring to? With whom do we have diplomatic relations? With Hamas, the nationally elected party?
How would any other country in the world respond to this situation? By encouraging a diplomatic process? If memory serves me correctly, we have attempted this time and again, to be rewarded with terrorism. What does it matter that the disengagement was unilateral. The Palestinian complete was of occupation. Once that occupation was ended the world woke up to the cold hard fact that, it really wasn’t about occupation at all, but rather about the simple existence of a Jewish State.

I suppose that what really bothered me about your piece were two issues.
First of all, you as a Jew, and the author of a blog entitled “Social Jewstice”, are very quick to criticize Israel, the Jewish State, and seemingly have no qualms about coming to the defense of Hamas – an organization that has openly called for the murder of all Jews world wide. Implying that not only do they want to destroy the Jewish State, but had they the means, they would come to Brown university and kill Jews there as well. This does not reflect what some may understand to be “Social Jewstice” in my opinion, but I’m just one Jew. You also represent a common misconception of Hamas. Back in the late 90s, I wrote my senior paper in college on whether or not Hamas constitutes a civil society. Well, in the decade or so since, I have been proven wrong. Hamas is unlike the Israeli political party Shas that does provide welfare and education for its constituents. Wouldn’t you think that if Hamas was truly concerned with the welfare of its citizens it wouldn’t fire rockets from children’s schools (the UN has set up) or from the middle of a civilian population (ie, apt buildings and shopping centers). The truth is that they don’t care. As a matter of fact they hate the Palestinian opposition (Fatah) almost as much as they hate Israel, and have not hesitated in killing anyone who offers an agenda that is not radical Islam.

The second issue that left me somewhat curious is that you criticized me for expressing that I felt that there was no other choice. Was there a different choice two weeks ago, as you point out? Well, the option was to simply take it. Now, the range of the rockets has increased and 1 out of every 7 Israelis (Jews and non-Jews alike) are in danger. On an American scale, this would implicate about 43,598,000 Americans. How would any U.S. administration react to such a scene? So what do you propose? Maybe we should sit back and just take it? If rockets were falling on Providence, I don’t think you would think so.

All this, and I am on the left in Israel - Not that those labels (left of center, “center-right) have any meaning anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I shudder at the loss of innocent life, of which there is no lacking. The world knows this, and certainly Hamas is aiming at this to arouse sympathy. I shudder at what has happened, and also imagine what could have happened, but did not. Imagine what any Advanced Industrial Democracy would have done in this situation. They probably would have completely obliterated the Gaza strip, not unlike what the U.S. did in Afghanistan. Israel has not done that, and has taken great strides to minimize innocent losses. I agree that while Israel has a license to do something, it doesn’t have a license to do anything. I am hoping that this will be over soon – for their sake and for ours.
I hope that I’m not being too harsh, and I am happy to correspond with you and continue the conversation.
Shalom,
Josh

I also have come across some terrible articles about Israel, and some ok ones. It might be worth checking out Melanie Phillips here.
Last night I gave a tour for the IDF Spokesperson's training course in the Yemin Moshe neighborhood. It was a nice time, and I am glad that I had a stage to present the world of Hasabara as I see it. I brought my cousin Aaron along, who will now be serving as my personal PR guy.
More later...

Peace.

The War in Gaza - מלחמה בעזה

Ahh, there's so much to say right now, but I will be brief as I don't have much time. I will leave it with the wise words of Ari Shavit, an Ha'aretz editorial/analysis that essentially sums up what I am feeling now:

Israelis who blame Israel are not helping the Palestinians
by Ari Shavit

"Operation Cast Lead is a just campaign. Just, because in the summer of 2005 Israel destroyed all the Jewish settlements in the Gaza Strip and withdrew unilaterally to the international border. Just, because from 2006 to 2008 the Palestinian entity in the Strip did not take advantage of the occupation's end to build itself and its future and instead repeatedly attacked Israel within the Green Line.
Just, because for three solid years the State of Israel bit its lips and acted with restraint. Just, because no country in the world can accept for an extended period of time a situation in which its citizens are forsaken and its sovereignty violated. Just, because there is no chance for peace in the Middle East if the Jewish state is viewed as easy prey bleeding in the water and attracting sharks.

Operation Cast Lead is a tragic campaign. Tragic, because it is causing the deaths of hundreds and injuring thousands. Tragic, because it is causing physical and emotional injury to innocent Palestinians, including women and children. Tragic, because like every war it creates intolerable human hardship and heartbreaking suffering.

But the tragedy of Operation Cast Lead is unavoidable. It derives directly from the fact that the Palestinians did not take proper advantage of the historic opportunity given to them in 2005. It derives from the fact that when the Palestinians achieved self-government for the first time in their history they misused it. It derives from the fact that the Palestinian need to destroy Israel is still stronger than their need to build Palestine.

Israel-hating Israelis call Operation Cast Lead a war crime. They record the names of each and every Palestinian killed, denounce each and every Israeli action and portray their state as a bully. While the Egyptians are saying that Hamas is largely responsible for the tragedy of Gaza, Israel-hating Israelis place the whole responsibility on their government and military. While the international community silently understands that a sovereign state is duty-bound to protect its citizens' lives, Israel-hating Israelis believe that Israeli lives can be forfeited.

While the simple facts indicate that the violence in the south derives from the despicable actions of an extremist organization that turned the Strip into a district of terror, Israel-hating Israelis persist in their hatred of their people and homeland and defend the morality of Hamas' destructive aggression.

There is no call for hating the Israel-hating Israelis. At the end of the day, their position is a pathetic one. Their self-righteousness is not at all righteous, and their moralizing has no morality. Their inability to show compassion for the Israelis of Be'er Sheva, Ashdod, Ashkelon and Sderot shows that they possess a degree of callousness. Their inability to view the Arabs firing the Grad rockets as being responsible for their actions shows that they are not free of paternalism.

The real motivation of Israel-hating Israelis is not genuine concern for the Palestinians, but rather a form of reverse racism. By showing forgiveness toward Palestinian fascism they turn their backs not only on Israelis but also on moderate, freedom-loving Palestinians. Those who blame Israel for everything and exonerate the Palestinians of everything are neither serving the cause of peace nor helping to end the violence and occupation. All they are doing is proving the extent to which they are blinded by their burning self-hatred.

Operation Cast Lead is an intelligent, impressive operation. The element of surprise was total, the intelligence was precise and the timing was brilliant. The fact that the operation was launched after a six-month cease-fire violated by Hamas gives it political legitimacy and moral justification. The fact that it was carefully planned and carefully executed has restored a degree of trust in Israeli capabilities.

It is possible that after the initial air campaign and the destruction of the tunnels, the operation should have been suspended. It is possible that the French truce proposal should now be adopted and a final chance given for Palestinian clearheadedness. But those who reject the operation in its entirety are blind to reality and the moral failure.

The coming days will be difficult. There may be errors, perhaps complications, perhaps even victims. But for this very reason now is not the time for a campaign of hate against Israel's leaders, commanders, soldiers and pilots. Just the opposite. This is the time to strengthen the hand of Prime Minister Ehud Olmert, who is proving himself to be a respected national leader.

This is the time to stand behind the commanders, soldiers and pilots working day and night to conduct a difficult, complex and entirely just war. This is the time for Israel to finally behave as a mature nation protecting itself with wisdom and restraint. "

Po-Lan-Yah

I am headed to Poland for the next week. Another week of finding Jewish life in the cemeteries, concentration camps, and freezing cold weather. We are taking our Netzer kids and joining EIE.
I promise to write something uplifting soon.

Later,

josh

!!!ירושלים של ברקת

Mazal tov to Nir Barkat for winning Tuesday's Jerusalem municipal elections! This is a really big deal., and I am hopeful that things will turn around quickly. I was trying to reflect on what it meant to be mayor of a city like Jerusalem. I mean, to follow in the footsteps of King David, Solomon, all the kings of Judah, and Teddy Kollek is no simple feat.

I think Nir Barkat is able to do what needs to be done, which is why I voted for him. It did not go over with out controversy, as he is a non-Orthodox candidate. Everyone calls him the secular candidate, but I think that word is somewhat meaningless. The problem is that he has right-wing tendencies. He has plans for more Jewish "neighborhoods" in East Jerusalem trying to connect the outlying "suburbs" with the West (literally and metaphorically). However, the eternal capital of the Jewish people. Is somewhat of a shit hole. Don't get me wrong, I love living here and have a nice setup, but poverty is rampantly rising, streets and sanitation are out of control and the traffic situation is nightmarish.
I think that Barkat has the best chance of improving the situation, which is why I voted for him:

You might notice two envelopes. Yellow is for mayor and white is for city council. Yes, two votes (I, coming from Chicago, can identify with voting early and often). My city council vote is a whole other complicated matter.

Anyhow, democracy wise, things are on the up and up, and we'll see what our newly elected can do.



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On Another note I would like to start a regular update on the blog of the day's or the week's "Scary" news item. It will be my pick of what to be scared or worried about next. Whether they legitimately warrant your fear is for you to decide. Our first pick is:

"Iran says it test fired new surface-to-surface missile capable of hitting Israel"

Yikes!

General Impressions of Germany



I know it means jewelry, but I guess here any schmuck can be considered art...

I also was so relieved to see that the Reform movement was staying true to its German roots and was still considered to be relevant today, especially in the coffee shops.

With more to come....

Dachau & Stuttgart (updated)

Uh, how do you say Lantzman in Arabic?

I’m not sure what I was expecting to find in Stuttgart, but I was hoping it would be better than my morning’s visit at Dachua. Truth is, I am tired of going to concentration camps. I’ve seen my fair share of barracks, gas chambers and cold dank cement buildings that served as home to an assortment of tortures and beleaguered suffering.

Dachau offered a slightly different perspective – that of the American liberators. I went there specifically to discover the experiences of my own grandfather Robert Zacher, who fought in the 20th* Armored Division and helped to liberate this camp. I wanted to see what he, my namesake, saw and to begin to gain a sense of the impression it left upon him. So, with audio guide in hand, I listened to the testimonies of various U.S. Army liberators as I passed through the gates of “Arbeit Macht Frei”. It’s not as scary or as daunting as Auschwitz I, but make no mistake, it gets the point across.
As impossible as it is to put one’s self in the place of a prisoner or holocaust victim, it is almost equally impossible to see life through the eyes of a liberator. I can begin to fathom what my barely 18-year-old grandfather, who had to fight his way into the army, experienced. Entering the camp and seeing piles of bodies, rooms filled with corpses, and the often-described stench of death. What was it like to be confronted by walking skeletons, or “Müsselman”as described by Frankl and Levi? I am told stories of him speaking Yiddish to such victims and handing over his gun to a prisoner to “do what he needed to do…”, but being there made it all seem real. I never met m grandfather and in fact I was born exactly 8 years after he died, but I feel like visiting Dachau was a chance to connect. I think that Dachau is a very well done exhibit and I appreciated the way that the story was present and I, of course, have lots more to say about it, but will opt to do so at a later point.


From one grandparent to another, I left Munich for Stuttgart in attempt to discover the past of Grandma Eve. I have had the privilege of knowing Grandma Eve well for the past 30 years, but I realized that I know very little about her childhood or about the lives her family led in Germany before the war. I was sort of hoping that a visit to Stuttgart in the South of Germany would enlighten me a bit.

I am not sure what I hoped to expect… Ok, that’s not entirely true. I know what I fantasized about....
That I would find some pristine street aligned with Porsches and Mercedes (as Stuttgart is the Benz headquarters) and knock on the door of a typical mansion. I would be met by a gray-haired Frauline with a big grin and a harsh tone. Standing in her frilly apron and “Sound of Music” uniform, she would usher me inside and offer me some of her freshly baked Plum Kuchen. She would then go onto tell me that she knew Grandma and everyone else that lived on that block, and would ask of her well-being in America. She would reminisce fondly of them being school-girls together and would then apologize for not having kept in touch, “but you know, with that pesky war and such busy lives, who could find the time…” She would show me pictures of summer vacations and how much her father enjoyed reading Grandma’s uncle’s business column in the syndicated edition of the Frankfurter Allemagne Zeitung.
She would tell me that HER family was against the war, and helped to resist. I would then ask her what that meant, and what exactly they did to resist? Maybe they helped collect our family’s possessions and shipped them to America after their departure? Maybe they wrote letters to the Reich protesting the unfairness and harsh reality created by the Nuremberg laws, or maybe they would help pay for a way to escape Nazi Germany.
“No, no, none of that,” she would sigh. “But, we helped the resistance” she reassured me. Thank you, how comforting. Before I began to ask too many questions, and inquire about the familiar looking painting, she would wrap another piece of kuchen in a napkin and usher me on my way.

I found something very different. I think we all know that I would not come across anything close to the previously contrived scenario. However, I did find the experience to be enlightening nonetheless. When traveling in South America, we used to have a rule that stated: Upon arriving in a new city, before making any moves, sit, have a beer, and then go on your way. Upon arriving in Stuttgart there was no lack of potential watering holes. However, I decided to forego this tradition in order to figure out what I was doing.

Armed with nothing but a street name, I approached a taxi drive to ask if maybe he had heard of it.

“Spittler srasse,” he repeated gazing out into the sky. “Nein.” He finally answered. A balding man with dark skin, he began to say something in heavily accented German when I cut him off and asked:

“Where are you from?”

“Here,” he replied in English.

“No, where are you from?” I persisted.

“Palestine.”

“Where?”

“Palestine,” he repeated as if I had never heard of it.

“No, I mean where in Palestine?” I beckoned.

With a laugh and smile, he slapped my shoulder and said:

“ah, you’ve never heard of it...”

“Try me.”

“Tul Karm.” He stated with a snicker of having bested me.

“Ana ‘aref” (of course I’ve heard of Tul Karm)I reply in Arabic,

“Ana min al-Quds,” I continue in his language now to the bemusing of the other Kurdish drivers.”We’re lantzman!” I exclaim in English hoping he would get it, and then also find it amusing.

“Mah ata oseh po?!?” he retorted in Hebrew ignoring my lantzman comment.

I just looked back and shrugged my shoulders. He wasn’t asking out of curiosity. All was now clear. He knew who I was, and I knew who he was. Without any serious attempt to continue the conversation he gave me a nod and pointed to the tourist info center where I could find help in locating the street. I think that he was appreciative of the fact that some random traveler knew of his home town. There was so much more to ask him. How long had he been here? Why did he leave? Does he have any plans to return? To visit? What about his family? What are his feelings towards Germany? After all Heinrich Heine’s oft quoted maxim that, “where books are burning, people are soon to follow” - was uttered shortly after hundreds of Qurans and Musilm books went up in flames…

I stood there for a moment to wonder. How was it that by some weird twist of historical and political fate, I came from the U.S. via Israel, to explore the place from where my grandmother was exiled, only to get there and meet a man in exile from the place that I live? This was just too rich. Someone should write a story about it.

I made my way to the tourist bureau and asked directions to Spittler Strasse. We chatted a bit and in response to a perplexed look I explained my motive. “Ah, I see,” he said. I asked him if he gets a lot of people making similar request. “Ya, every now and then… mostly Americans,” he explained. And so be it.

Stuttgart was originally an agricultural of Southern Germany, and became known for their potatoes. (Hence the name Stuttgart = stud garden) Today it is a bustling city climbing high on either side of the river with quite a nice park at its center. Making the steep hike up to Spittler, I decided that I would search out for anything remotely resembling our family roots. So, I peered into shops looking for those funky tools that Greta used to have. Anything really, artwork maybe or food. “Excuse me, do you carry plum kuchen?” I asked a local bakery. “Really you do? Oh that’s fantastic! Can you also sing Maoz Tzur in German because Mama and Greta could (that’s Gertrude Sichel to you). Ah you also live frugally and save every penny for later? I knew that had to come from somewhere.

So, all I found were Turkish (Turkische) shops selling weird tools, definitely not made in Germany. I finally reached the top and found Spittler Strasse! Full on with a panoramic view of the city. Nice one, Grandma!

I began following addresses from apt complex to huge single family home. The addresses went from 23 right to 26. No #25. Just an empty space in between – I found it strangely appropriate. This would have saddened me deeply if [my uncle] Rob hadn’t prepared me for it. I stopped two Lithuanian women passing by, and as pleasant as they were, they weren’t terribly acquainted with the architectural or real estate development of the post-war period on this particular strasse. No one was around to tell me what had been built since 1945 or really 1989 for that matter. Oh well.

With some time left before my next train, I went to check out the Synagogue. Nice enough building, but as it was already nearing six o’clock, no one was to be found. So, I ended my pilgrimage to Stuttgart by toasting all of my family in one of the city’s renowned biergartens, and thanked them profusely for having the good sense to have left when they did.

I made it back to Berlin, just in time to stay up all night, drink more beer and watch the United States of American elect Barack Obama. It was a massive story, and I appreciated sitting in an old East Berlin factory-turned-bar/part-time art gallery, to watch CNN on a projector with the left-wing intellectual expat crowd. (Of course I spent most of the evening with a German student on leave from a university in London who had just written her thesis on the 2^nd generation of Germans after the war, and their new anti-Semitism. Obviously).

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I was more than thrilled to watch Obama’s acceptance speech and it was for me a nice ending to having spent the past few days listening to both of his books.

I spent the next day and a half with Gideon in Berlin, and am now at the conference in Spandau (on the outskirts of metro Berlin). I’ll write more about that later.

Auf Weidersehn.

*Correction - thanks Uncle Phil!

Riding the Rails

I left Berlin with the goal to seek out some family heritage. And of course also to see other parts of Germany, and have adventures, etc…
I booked a VERY expensive interail ticket to Munich and Stuttgart. Now, I have to pause here and devote some time to the trains.
I am well aware, and usually the first to make the joke about the irony of the impeccable DeutschBahn (DB), but it is incredible.
It is massive, fast, clean, on time to the second (let's not forget who we're dealing with here...), and dependable. The DB workers are knowledgeable (also in English), friendly and willing to help. The woman behind the counter also, without bending any rules, saved me almost 200 Euros!!!

The high-tech ICE trains also come equipped with outlets, tray tables and even an internet hotspot (I’m writing now on the train). Passing through the countryside over rivers and through woods; picturesque villages each bearing a protruding spire - I gazed nostalgically at the green rolling Bavarian hills reminding me of rural Wisconsin or Pennsylvania – probably one of the reasons so many Germans settled in those states in the mid-19th century.

I arrived in Munich, found a cheap hostel and went exploring. Munich is known for its museums, Beer culture (Oktoberfest), and of course the ’72 Olympics. Without any baggage it’s an incredible city. I understand what my friend Tori meant when telling me that it was her favorite.

I walked through Marienne Platz to the upscale Schwabing and then back to whet my pallet with the famous Bavarian wheat beer of Haufbrau, or preferably some others that are less exported. Sitting in the bierstube, biergarten or bierhalle, I was enjoying myself. Good times for all as locals and tourists together washed down stein after stein of strong fresh brau. Sitting alone in a corner with a book, working on #2 of the dark wheat Ayingers, my mind started to wander and take me back 85 years this week to the famous Munich beer hall putsch, which got Hitler arrested, but played a central role in the steady catapulting of the [NSDAP – later called] Nazi party to power. Maybe it’s a curse. Why can’t I just sit and have a beer? Why must I always ruin a good time with a terrible reference from the past.
I guess I have no choice. That’s baggage. As they say, it’s tough being Jewish. How true, especially here.

The Jewish Museum vs. A Museum of Judaism

There’s no doubt that the millions that were shelled out to build the Judische Museum was worth it, however, I have a few caveats...

Entering in to the labyrinth of corridors, windows and weird angular corners, one is taken on a tour of three axes. The axis of Holocaust – short path; axis of exile – short of path; and the axis of “continuity” – takes you through the whole museum and is really the main exhibit. We then are taken on a very well done interactive tour of Jewish life in Germany from the (approx) 11th-12th centuries and on to a small exhibit on post-war Jewish life (I’ll get to that later).

Sprinkled throughout the museum are side exhibits attempting to explain different aspects of Jewish life. “Learn to write your name in Hebrew!” or “What is a Kippah?” or “Was is Schabbat?” Nice. More than nice, it’s eye opening and leads one to think “wait a minute… they’re assuming that the majority of visitors to the museum have never met Jews!” This might as well be the Field Museum or an exhibit at an ancient extinct culture.

I suppose the Germans have never been known to be terribly emotional people, and I agree with my friend Gideon’s reflection on the museum that they often have the tendency to completely over-document. Quantity wins out over Quality here.
I found myself trying to get a sense of feelings. (Yes, I know, me? Feelings?) What exactly is the message that they're trying to send about the German-Jewish relationship? Were the Jews from Mendelssohn to Einstein accepted Germans? Amos Elon basically contends that not really. My sense was that they wanted to shock German youth by showing that so many of those great advances in science, medicine, art, literature and philosophy can be attributed to… JEWS.
As we got to the section from 1933-45, it was rather straightforward. No big philosophical questions such as: How could this happen? Or, how did the Germany of Bildung and Kultur give way to the artless spiritless overarching sweep of Nazism.
Maybe its because they don’t know. That’s ok, I don’t know either. I can make an intellectual rationale, but truth is, is that it’s beyond my wildest comprehension.

The museum ends with a section telling the personal stories of 18 individuals who were born in the 1950s & 60s and remained in Europe. Was this an attempt to display Jewish life post-holocaust? Hopefully not, because in my limited experience with post-war Europe, I know that there are more stories out there ready to be told.


Contrast this museum with the national holocaust memorial in Berlin. Across and down a bit from the Reich/Bundstagg sits a massive square lined with over 2700 rectangular cement blocks of varying height. That’s it. An underground information center graces the Southern edge of the square, and the only plaque or explanation to be found were behavior instructions on the floor asking children not to run or play there. About a block away we found a sign pointing to the “Memorial for the murdered Jews” (in German) but nothing at the actually square.
Gideon maintains that “everyone knows what it is,” while Mara thought (and I agree) that at the very least they could put a sign or a plaque or something.

Ich bin Ein Berliner

Shabbat morning we discussed the Parsha over coffee and bagels, and then went back to the area of OranienBurger Str. The former East Berlin district, this was now a center of counter-culture boasting a glorified alternative art gallery called “Tacheles” – a remainder of former Jewish/Yiddish culture.

The former Communist East Berlin is now a trendy/artsy/yuppy area. It is great and we were so glad to have met our good friends Christiane and Sebastian and their one-year-old son Jakob! After catching up, it was great to have been able to barrage them with questions about feelings, history, culture and language.

We made a major pilgrimage to the grave [marker] of none other than the great philosophical hero Moses Mendelssohn!

His is the only grave marker left of a formerly Jewish cemetery in the middle of town. I guess the Germans really appreciated Mendelssohn, although from studying history it was always clear that to the ‘enlightened’ Germans, he was a great scholar despite “his being a Jew.”

I have lots more to say about the Jewish museum and visiting the long stretch of what is left of the Berlin wall – now called the East side gallery. I am in Munich now, and that will all come soon.

Auf Weidersehn…

Deutschland

Germany. Germany. Just the sound of it was packed with baggage in history. It brought harshness and was unforgiving, yet familiar, banal and calming. I had been preparing for my journey but as the city came into sight and we got ready to land, I felt my heart beat, almost wishing for us to tilt back up into the sky and quickly head back home. I don’t know why, but I was quickly able to get over my minor panic and make my way onto this formerly cursed soil.
Most people I talk to find this angst silly. “Really, you mean you’re actually nervous?!? Forget it man. Get over it, what do you expect?” are the typical reactions. Not that they’re wrong, I just can’t help it.
I met a 29-year-old Swedish women from Brussels who was going the same way and we quickly found our way through Tegel and on to the U-Bahn to find our hostel.
I arrived at 17:45 and Mara had just gotten there a few minutes before. We checked in and hastily changed to try and salvage any possibility of making Kabbalat Shabbat. Back down into the U-Bahn to Oranianburger Strasse, where we easily spotted the golden dome of the Moorish style Neue Synagogue.
Built in the mid-19th century it survived a Kristalnacht fire, was largely destroyed by the WWII bombing. The East German (GDR) government agreed to rebuild the outside façade of the building, but together with the Gemeindscheft (Jewish community) decided that there was no longer a need for a 3200 seat sanctuary – in the style of the large 19th century Classical Reform heichalot like Temple Emmanuel, Sinai or Sholom - leaving the Hebrew quote and the façade.

The security guards gave us a stern guilt trip about our tardiness – apparently that just wasn’t done here – and we made our way up to a small packed room where an operatic hazzan was belting out the repetition of the Amidah. Egalitarian with traditional nusach, the small room was packed with a variety of characters, for whom Mara and I brought down the average age considerably. We talked with some American-Jewish tourists near-by and listened to an American-Reform Rabbi struggle through the Kiddush he was invited to lead having brought a delegation from his “Temple.”
On our way out, we made an attempt to schmooze, and decipher some of the intricacies of the community. We gently approached the four or so “young” people and introduced ourselves. We met Eva, a tall buxom blond haired woman with a backwards “Chai” necklace. After a short conversation we gathered that she was from a small town in the North and in the process of conversion. We met a Swiss Jew, and Israeli juggler in Berlin to study with a Russian master. Really only one person who was there lived in Berlin, grew up there and was “active” in the community, yet had only some vague familiarity with the conference this coming weekend that I am planning on attending.

I was excited to be there and I was able to locate the plaque which I learned the Marianne and Stanley Dreyfus helped to dedicate 20 years ago on the 50th anniversary of kristalnacht.
Our impressions of the community were later confirmed - that the façade of the outside of the schul had some correlation with its inside. This, of course, is awfully presumptuous of me having visited for one evening, but such is life.

There are definitely other schuls and other communities, which I hope to discover when the opportunities present themselves.

We met Mara’s aunt and uncle for Dinner, and enjoyed walking around trying to gain our bearings. So, this was Berlin…

Europa, Europa
It’s easy to forget what life is like outside of Israel. Honestly, it is. It’s also easy to forget the recent history while strolling down the Rue or Strasse of a European city.
My several hours today in Brussels served as a true eye-opener of what life is and could be in Israel. My first impression of Brussels is mild-mannerism. People are friendly, willing to help out, and have the unique ability to switch languages to accommodate you.
I wanted to test it out, and walk down the street just to see if anyone could give me directions in Finish, or Sanskrit or any Asian language, but I don’t speak those languages so whatever.
Brussels is clean. And Europeans just seem to get it, as many street corners are reliably equipped with three waste receptacles for plastics, glass and refuse.

Having arrived at 5 am, I found the only waffle place open and had a talk with the waiter who turned about to be Turkish. He of course, had no trouble swerving in and out of Flemish, French, German, English and Turkish. In his ten years as a Belgian resident he lauded this European gem as the best place on earth, and how easy it was to be a Muslim even though he wasn’t religious.
Anyhow, I had a nice time which was of course not nearly long enough to be exposed to the complexities and problems of societies and focused on the important things such as world famous [Belgian] fries and Trappist beer;

Thai food and book stores.

I am sitting in the central square in Brussels on my way to Berlin, having just had a fantastic Belgian waffle and hot chocolate; I thought I would spend a few minutes catching up this blog on the past few months. It is freezing here in Belgium, and I’m not quite prepared for the winter.
The purpose of this blog is to share interesting stories and provide my own perspective on life in Israel as well as general musings about politics, Jewish life and whatever else interesting happens.

Yes, it’s a little self-centered, but no one’s forcing you to read it…

~~~~

Life since the summer has been interesting. I’ll spend less time talking about my job for now. That has been interesting and challenging, but sometimes gets in the way of life.

Every now and then we have to stop and realize where we live. I’ll give an example.
On September 12th we experience a pretty full spectrum of Jewish life in Israel as we attended two weddings. (But, you can’t dance at two weddings at the same time??? Or can we?) Preston and Suzie’s wedding (a friend from the army) was pretty traditional and took place at “Kinor David” just outside the walls of the Old City. Traditional atmosphere, excellent food and Scotch, but of course festivities ended early as it was Friday (not to worry they partied on motzie Shabbat).

We departed Jerusalem and changed worlds completely. Traveling straight up the Jordan valley road, we made it all the way to Kibbutz Shamir, where Mara’s friend Guy was to marry Gali. It doesn’t get much further North than Shamir as you can peer into Lebanon from the Kibbutz. In complete contrast to the previous wedding, this one was at 6pm on a Friday evening, with a Reform Rabbi (Samuels). Virtually no kippot, jeans and a very chill atmosphere. I have to say, that to my intrigue Guy and Gali really put their heart and soul into making a tekes that they were comfortable including playing around with the traditional nusach, adding and subtracting here and there to make a really beautiful huppa.
After the huppa, there of course was no Kiddush or motzi or any of that kind of thing. A fascinating example of the Kibbutz movement (as one stream of Judaism) embraces certain traditions while rejecting others.
Mara and I stayed over at the kibbutz, and went out for a tiyul the next day.

OII*
On our way back to the kibbutz I decided to pick up a soldier and help him make his way. It was Shabbat, and obviously no buses. I pulled up, he got in, and then I asked him for his ID. “Happily,” he replied, “but shouldn’t you ask for ID before the guy with the gun gets in your car?” he said with a wink. “Good point,” I replied recognizing him as Bedouin career soldier.
As we drove and looked out at the Golan heights horizon. Our uniformed Bedouin passenger launched into an unsolicited stump-speech on the importance of keeping the Golan, and how those “Arabs won’t stop at anything to get all of Israel.”

Wow. Crazy world.



*Only in Israel

This blog is back. After some serious down time, service in the army and a short stint of traveling I have decided to do some reposting and bring back

"The Houmous Fool".

Lots of interesting things have been going on recently in the lives of us, the State of Israel and the Jewish people and I thought I would try and recap some of those things, share some stories and add some commentary. Comments and discussion are welcome.

josh

"I'm on the 963 to ק. שמונה…"
01.11.06 13:22

01.11.06 ¿ 19:54

לילה הראשון: קיבוץ דן, תפתוף קל, מצב רוח טוב ~ ג'וש

02.11.06 ¿ 17:53
לילה 2# מעל ק. שמונה, צפונה מג. כח, אחרי יום קשה, ארוך וגשום. לילה טוב! ~ג'וש

03.11.06 ¿ 17:41
לילה #3 על פסגת הר "קרן נפטלי," יום קשה אך טוב, מזג אוויר מעולה, ונוף מרתק. שבת שלום ~ג'וש

04.11.06 ¿ 19:56
לילה #4 אצל "מלאך שביל" בקיבוץ יראון. יום קשהת התקדמות איטית (לאילת כבר לא נגיע) יבלות ברגליים ותשתוש בעיניים. נראה איך זה ימשיך. שבוע טוב ~ג'וש

05.11.06 ¿ 23:25
לילה #5 סטייה קטנה מהשביל, לינה במלון גני דן אצל דודים. זמן לנוח ולהחלים את הרגליים. אחזור מחר...לילה טוב ~ג'וש

06.11.06 ¿ 18:34
לילה #6 בהר מירון. יבורך DLIZZO על הצטרפותו אל המסע! אחרי הפסקה רגועה חשובה עם משפחה הרגליים מחלימות והולכות היטב. לילה טוב ~ ג'וש

07.11.06 ¿ 19:01
לילה # 7 בנחל עמוד תחתון ליד חוקוק. מדורה טובה ומרגיעה אחרי מירון ועמוד. מחר כנרת וארבל! לילה טוב ~ג'וש

08.11.2006 ¿ 18:02
לילה #8 בן מצפה לטבריה. שוב מדורה טובה ומרגיעה אחרי ארבל שהיה ממש קשה אך מספק. לילהטוב ~ ג'וש

09.11.06 ¿ 00:05
לילה # 9 בק. בית זרע אצל חברים. לקראת תבור מחר/שבת. תודה ל dlizzo על מהנה – תרגיש טוב. לילה טוב. ~ ג'וש

21:17 ¿ 10.11.06
לילה #10 בהר דבורה. היום כבשתי ת' התבור! ומרה הגיעה! עם הרבה צ'ופרים ופינוקים! שבת שלום! ~ ג'וש

19:58 ¿ 11.11.06
לילה #11 ביער ליד ציפורי. היום היה שבת וינפש. רק מנוחה לגוף ולנשמה. עשינו מסלול קצר, ומחר חזרה אל השביל. שבוע טוב ~ ג'וש

18:56 ¿ 12.11.06
לילה #12 אצל מלאכי שביל בקיבוץ יגור. המון הליכה היום אבל מתקדם אל הרי הכרמל ואותותו לחוף! לילה טוב ~ ג'וש

17:53 ¿ 13.11.06
לילה #13 על הדשא בעין הוד. היו לי המון עליות וירידות קשות היום, אבל בסופו פגשתי את...ים התיכון! לילה טוב. ~גיוש

18:48 ¿ 14.11.06
לילה #14 (wow שבועיים!) בבית העם במושב בית חנניה. הגשמים תפסו אותי היום אבל חומוס היה פיצוי טוב. מחר מתחיל את אורך החוף. ~ גיוש

20:22¿ 15.11.06
לילה # 15 על חוף בית ינאי. היתה לי "הליכה לקיסריה" עם "החול והים ורשרוש של המים..." רב תודות לשירה & דני על הביקור והצ'ופרים. לילה טוב ~ גיוש

21:26 ¿ 16.11.06
לילה #16 אצל מש' קראוס בכפר סבא. הליכה נעימה על חוף הים ועל הדיונות והגעתי עד הרצליה! לילה טוב ~ גיוש

23:37 ¿ 17.11.06
לילה # 17. רב תודות לברוך ואילנה על האירוח המדהים! הליכה טובה לאורך הירקון היום, מחר נתחיל מיער בן שמן. שבת שלום. ~ ג'וש

19:52 ¿ 18.11.06
לילה # 18 בלטרון. תודה רבה לכל המבקרים, כיף לטייל ולאכול אתכם – במיוחד למרה עם כל הפינוקים. מחר: "עוד ישמע בהרי יהודה..." שבוע טוב ~ ג'וש

19:48 ¿ 19.11.06
לילה # 19 בקיבוץ צובה! היה מתרגש להגיע לכאן. רב תודות לאיימי יעל על שירותי ההובלה והמזון – אתן מדהימות! מחר אמשיך למטע. לילה מצוין ~ ג'וש

22:07 ¿ 20.11.06
לילה #20 אצל איימי & גדי במטע. הליכה כיפית אך קשה למטע (אפילו בלי התיק). מחר לבית גוברין וממשיך דרומה. לילה טוב. ~ג'וש

19:28 ¿ 21.11.06
לילה #21 באמפי בבית גוברין. הליכה קשה היום אחרי כמה ימים בלי התיק. כבשתי את עזקה אבל גולית איננו...לילה טוב ~גיוש

20:20 ¿ 22.11.06
לילה #22 במושב אחוזם. יום רגוע והליכה קלה. תודה לסמי על החומוס והפינוקים! אני מתחיל להרגיש קצת נגב...לילה טוב ~ג'וש

17:44 ¿ 23.11.06
לילה #23 בקיבוץ דביר. יום ארוך וקצת מעצבן. אוהב את הנגב אבל מחכה לקטעים המענינים. לילה טוב ~ג'וש

21:33 ¿ 24.11.06
לילה #24 בחווה בהר חירון. יום רגוע ומענין. כולל ביקור של מרה וחתונה בדווית...מחר עוזבים ציוילזציה וממשיך דרומה. שבת שלום! ~ג'וש

17:36 ¿ 25.11.06
לילה #25 במצד תמר בין ערד למכתש הקטן. הנגב מדהים אבל הליכה קשה. שבוע טוב ~גיוש

08:37 ¿ 27.11.06
לילה #26 אחרי מכתש הקטן. בין העליות הקשות עד עכשיו, גם כולל גזילת מים מבסיס צבאי...לילה טוב ~גיוש (שליחה, אמש לא היתה קליטה)

17:28 ¿ 27.11.06
לילה #27 בעין ירקעם ליד מכתש הגדול. המון עליות וירידות היום בכול המובלים. מחר אנסה לצעוד עד שדה בוקר אבל בלי הבטחות. לילה טוב ~ג'וש

10:43 ¿ 29.11.06
לילה #28 בנחל עפרן ליפני בקעת צין. הליכה ממש מאתגרת ואפילו מפחידה ברכס החד והתלול של הר כרבלת, אבל שרדתי ומרגיש סיפוק. לילה טוב ~ג'וש (שליחה עוד פעם לא היתה קליטה...)

18:18 ¿ 29.11.06
לילה #29 בשדה בוקר אצל אריאל ולימור פוגלמן. היום היה קצת יותר רגוע ונהניתי מפינוקי המכולת והמקלחת! מחר אני שואף להגיע למצפה רמון לקראת סוף המסע. לילה טוב. ~ג'וש

17:16 ¿ 30.11.06
לילה #30 במצה רמון! רב תודות לאריאל ולימור על אירוח מדהים & הובלה. בזה מסתיים מסעי. רגלי לקחו אותי רחוק ותודה לכל מי שעקב, תמך ונתן סיוע – הערכה רבה. נשתמע בהרפתקה הבאה! happy trails… ~ג'וש


"החיים טובים באילת! חברה טובה, אוכל מעולה וסטלבט...
'טוב לנדוד אך טוב יותר לשוב' שבת שלום"
17:14 01.12.06

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

The Shvil
On Wednesday the 10th day of the month of Heshvan 5767 (November 1st, 2006) I will head out for what I am hoping to be one of the greatest adventures of my life. After being an oleh (new immigrant) here in Israel for coming up on 3-years, teaching a few semesters of Jewish history, and guiding in the summers, I feel like I have a pretty good familiarity with the country. However, before I head off to the army for 6 months (to be discussed more later...) I thought that I should try and gain a more intimate knowledge of her. They say that Israel is artzeinu haktantonet ("our tiny country") and I plan to find out first hand how "ktantonet" she really is. For the next month I will be hiking the length of the country from North to South following The Shvil Yisrael.

[for all those readers who have stereo equipment on their computer now would be a good time to press play on Ehud Banai's song "Yotzei L'Or - יוצא לאור" just for a little background theme music.]

So basically it's like this, I finished teaching two months out of a four month program for NFTY-EIE and am taking this time to do something that most people just don't have time for. I was a bit sad to leave the program as it has enveloped my life for the past three years, and the kids were great. But, like anything else I guess it's time to move on, head out of doors for a little while. I feel that slowly, slowly I am losing a connection to nature - I mean really living off the earth, being sensitive to each of the wonders that nature offers and being aware of the environemtn and its constant querks. I hope that living outside for the next month will open my eyes to everything around me.
The Shvil
The Israel Trail - Shvil Yisrael in Hebrew - is a cool idea that took a community of hobbyists and professionals 15 years to put together and their work will never end. An Israeli journalist came up with the idea of connecting Israel's many hiking trails into one continuous trail - from the Lebanese border to the Red Sea. In 1994 the first hikers walked all of the Israel Trail and in 1995 President Ezer Weizmann officially inaugurated the trail.
Since then many Israelis do sections of it at a time as the bible on Shvil Yisrael suggests, and even some try to tackle the endeavor in sweeping trek. The book divides it into 45 one or two day hikes of about 6-7 hours each day. I will attempt to do it in thirty days. (apologies, but the only 30-day breakdown I could find is listed in Hebrew.) Some of the days here are quite long, and I think that I will soon find out if they are do-able or not. The goal is not to kill myself or ot be a hero, but just have a nice walk through the country. The weeks leading up to the shvil were full of anticipation, as I began to map out the route, collect all of the gear and make preparations for departure. The issue on the shvil is how much to carry, where I can find water and where to replenish supplies. Since I am hiking at the begining of winter, it does rain a lot, but water and food should be able to be filled at least once a day in the North, getting sparser as the path winds its way down South through the Negev desert.
So, right now my pack is pretty full (a little bit daunting, as I am kind of out of shape), and i think that I have way more than I need, but will soon find out. As I stack my pack full of "essentials" I can't help but recall the ridiculous scene from Bill Bryson's A Walk in the Woods where his partner in crime Katz proceeds to dump out all of his "essentials" mid-trail as the load becomes unbearable. So, if the next time you're out mid-way up Har Meron or the Arbel or something and you see a bunch of clif bars, a pocket sized TaNaCh, tent, sleeping bag, nalgenes, pots, pans, fleece, Ipod, and the wholedamnpackitself on the side of the trail you'll know that I just couldn't take it.
I find it rather appropriate that I begin my trek across Israel during the week of Parshat Lech L'cha. Not only do we make the transition from universalism to particularism here, but I have been long inspired by B'reishit 13:17 where we are told: קוּם הִתְהַלֵּךְ בָּאָרֶץ, לְאָרְכָּהּ וּלְרָחְבָּהּ: כִּי לְךָ, אֶתְּנֶנָּה. And my respone is "Az, ok!" "Yallah, let's go..." I would like to invite any and all to come out and join me on this adventure. Even if you come for a few days, an overnight, a shabbat, a picnic lunch or a pit-stop, the company will be welcome. I am hopefully going to set a steady fast pace, but don't let that deter you from heading out. I do realize that people coming from abroad to join the shvil might have appreciated some earlier notice, so sorry, I was busy teaching and packing. Come anyway. If anyone really does want to come and join me, the best is to follow along the thirty day itinerary listed above and send me a text message or give a call (0528-825202) when you're thinking of coming. I am not totally sure on how to get each place by public transportation, but by then I'll have a better idea. I don't think that I'll have much internet access over the next month, so this may be a one-time occurence. Maybe half way, when I reach Tzuba (the center of the earth) then I will be able to fill in some more, hopefully with stories.May you all be well, and I look forward to hearing from you in about a month.
peace
josh

"Let us fight to end the monotony of daily life by looking closely and observing it."-a wise guy

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

In the Beginning...
So a little intro to this blog. Over the past few months as the blog scene has risen in popularity, I vowed not to be "one of those..." ...people who expect others to take valuable time from life to read what I have to say, as I were someone important or that i had great punditry to contribute to the world. In case anyone was wondering, I'm not, and I don't.But, rather than sending a mass e-mail everytime I wanted to reach out and say what's up to people or to give an update on life, I figured that I would compile this on a website that may take up less cyberspace or lighten up on people's in-boxes, and be a little more accessible. I am slowly learning about blogging from some G'dolim out there like my cousin "Mah Rabu" and from my high school students (mi kol m'lamdai hiskalti...)
So there you have it, I have joined the hysteria and have become a contributor to the all the sensless drivvle people write. Read it or don't. It's all good.


What's in a name? I call this blog "The HoumousFool." The reason that I decided to call it The HoumousFool, is that I felt it would be the best way to accurately capture my essence. HaMayvin Yavin... Plus, I really, really like Houmous, and fool (as you can tell here by the picture of me in the prime of my element - yep, you guessed it, none other than the Houmous Festival...).Nothing terribly profound or verbose, just The Houmous Fool.
Peace
josh

And I would walk 400 km...

Well, well... It has now been 18 days of hiking, trekking, and walking through the forests, over the mountains, in the valleys, down the coast and finally just about halfway to Kibbutz Tzuba ("home-sweet-home") where I reached my 400th kilometer! It was really a big deal for me to walk up the Ksalon valley and arrive at the familiar/familial gates of Tzuba. I got here a lot faster than I thought and it was a welcome break.
So, I neither have the time right now nor the peace of time to give an in-depth detailed account of everywhere I've been, everything I've seen or felt the past 18 days, so I'll just say that it has been the hardest thing I've done in my life (physically and emotionally), and the most rewarding. Walking from the Kibbutz Dan in the North and seeing the wonderful landscapes of the Gallil, the placid stillness of the Kinneret, and the picturesque inviting sands of the Mediterranean coast have been among the highlights. Among the greatest challenges has been struggling to schlepp my pack from point to point. the days that I have been fortunate enough to have someone transport my pack for me have been no less than miraculous, and I feel like flying. Before I set out for another of those days (from Tzuba to Matta - where I plan to take full advantage of Amy and Gadi's new crib) I'll just a few words of thanks.

I am eternally grateful to all those who have supported and assisted me along the way so far. Namely, Mara for everything, Nir from Hod HaSharon for the first Shabbat where I could barely walk and enlightening me to the great notion of the Malach Shvil - the 'Angels of the Trail', D Lizzo for some great company, Shira and Dani, Baruch and Ilana for incredible hospitality, Eran, Amy for pack transport and iruach, Yael for an unbelievable meal along the way, Sarah, Ayala and the Hendins for company, transport and moral support, the Zelberman family of Kibbutz Yagur, a few friendly folks along the way and of Ribi and Reuven keeping it real at Tzuba. I'm off to encounter the highs and lows of the Judean hills on my way to Matta. It has been kind of a relief trekking through civilization, and I fear that is now coming to a gradual end as I begin to head south to the Negev. Doubtful that I'll reach Eilat [by foot], but wherever I end up, I end up, and I'll feel good about it. Whatever happens I promise to keep posting. L'hitraot...

josh