Flying back home

Finally this so called summer “vacation” is over, it’s been a great experience, but it was much better getting home! Returning home, to the land of my fathers, a land where a Jew is never alone, he cannot be left behind. As it says: “A land in  which the observance of Hashem is  forever present”. Its an elevating experience I’ve never truly had. Travelling back to Israel as a child wasn't really the same. I felt so sad going a day before leaving to a Jewish cemetery, seeing all those yiddin stuck there till who knows when… far away from true home and family.

It was pretty wacky in NY. The great stench and dirt of the wide spreading metropolis, physically and spiritually. Empty faced zombies shuttling forever on the great subway stream of the urban life. From a tourist view it has some really cool sites and stores, but meeting the actual thing was a great shock, though I remember I was mostly surprised about not being surprised at all, meeting a junkie NY, just like I imagined. It was funny, in a way, actually.

I hope writing some insights and short diary entries into this blog from ime t time for whoever's interested.

Thank you for staying with me this long already, good night!