(photo credit: WIKIMEDIA COMMONS/ZACHI EVENOR)
On the bus to our morning Ulpan class I was taken by the message on the T-shirt of the young woman sitting opposite: “No Rain No Flowers.”It started me thinking about the second year of our aliya, which clicked over into the third a few months ago. Figuratively, we found so many flowers – bunches of them – even if at times we slipped a little when it rained on our path.
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