For 10 days I served as translator to 20 some-odd NY-area Jews
Either life changes incredibly or nothing changes at all. I look in the mirror and either I don't recognize my face or really it's just me 3 years ago.
I'm sharing a bed now that was once familiar. It makes me toss and turn a dream-filled sleep of past and present. Until I reach the root of the problem I will continue to blame it on the Tel Aviv heat.
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