my love israel
I recently arrived from Israel. To be honest, I didn’t want to leave for my “homeland” because while I was in Israel, I managed to understand: the Motherland is there.
I have never had this in relation to my country. But Israel. . . Now I sit and remember - every cell wants - THERE. I feel that there is mine. My land and my happiness.
It's hard. . . It's hard here - among the rains and winds - to remember that just yesterday there was a sun of 35 degrees and salt from the Dead Sea. Lord, 17 days - but how they changed me. I will never be the same again. And the Star of David on my neck eloquently reminds me of this. I have no right to simply forget how I felt when the tour guide talked about the Lebanese war. You ride in a bus through the desert, past sands, mountains and shelled houses, and…. you want to hug this people and this country. I would like to envy their courage, solidarity and their FAITH. Faith in God, faith in yourself, faith in the possibility of being free on your own land. At what cost did this independence come from suffering, how many human sacrifices. . . I feel nothing but pride for this people - in 60 years to create such a beautiful country from a patch of desert, I want at least some of the qualities of the Jewish people to become inherent in me. The answer is simple: here in the Promised Land, we built everything with our own hands - every blade of grass. Why does a mother love her child so much - because it is her creation. So it is with our country. Every Jew feels involved in the creation of Israel. We can change history. We can contribute to the construction of our state.
Impressions - the ocean.
I threw a coin into every sea. I knew I would be back here. I will return home.