We don’t kiss the ground when we arrive in Ben Gurion Airport. We speed through the customs as fast as we can, and only when we arrive home do we allow ourselves to breathe deeply. There is usually a two-day process of unpacking, reading mail, paying bills, rearranging the usual messes. But this time we seem more enthusiastic then ever to get back into daily existence.
“How can you possibly complain about life in Israel?” one my oldest friends beranged me. “You earn less money but you live so much better!” He began to enumerate the list of health benefits, travel expenses, social and cultural existence, etc. etc. and I began to realize how true it was. Whatever the political disagreements I have with the government, with the peace movement, etc. etc. I’m happy here.
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