No matter how much I need to go, or how certain I am of my return, or how many issues I have with this country at the time, leaving Israel always does quite a number on me.

I came across a Yehuda Amichai poem recently;

The air of Jerusalem is saturated
with prayers and dreams
like the air over an industrial city
it is hard to breathe.

One of the truest things about Jerusalem I’ve ever read. Sometimes it’s good to get out. But I miss it so much when I’m gone.

I leave for the airport in 15 minutes. My next post will be from the old country.

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Laya Millman