Gingi, or, a Private Tent Camp

In the meantime, they reached HaYarkon Street. The three couples climbed on their bicycles again and said goodbye. From afar, a fire siren was heard, the usual background music of Lag BaOmer. Merav’s…

Most important is to listen to the soul bird, because sometimes it calls us and we don’t hear it. This is a shame – it wants to tell us about ourselves. It wants to tell us about the feelings that…

 

Dad and Nimrod had an agreed-upon whistle. When dad whistled that whistle, even from a distance, Nimrod would immediately leap up from his place and race toward him. Dad said that this was the whistle…

I stood outside the grocery, holding a shopping bag in one hand, and Phat’hi’s strange “letter” in the other. I looked at the drawings of the car, the clock, and the sign over…

“The State of Israel is a distant dream,” said Jeremiah, “and my dream is close by.” I knew, of course, what he meant, but I wanted to continue talking about the subject that preoccupied me more than…