Wednesday, May 08, 2013


I moved to Jerusalem in August, 1970. After a couple of weeks, I packed my bags and told my roommates that I was leaving...that everyone in this city is nuts and I'm getting out of here! 

It took me twenty-four hours to realize that I am just as nuts. See, from the moment I first set foot in this country, I lost my heart. I knew I was home.

I came here after the Six Day War. Jerusalem was united. We could walk the streets of the Old City freely and go to the Wall whenever we wanted. My city!

I have three children and four grandchildren whose passports say: Place of Birth: Jerusalem.

Somewhere in heaven my Zaidi is singing!!!

Have a great day...stay safe...and thanks for dropping in.


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