Displaced

It's very strange to be in America when something major happens in Israel, like Ariel Sharon having a major stroke and languishing in a hospital. It is odd to read about how Israelis are responding to it, when I'm an Israeli and I'm not there. Had I been there, I would have discussed it with everyone I met at Shabbat meals. I would have talked about it with my makolet (grocery-store) owner and my next-door neighbor. Instead I had a nice Shabbat in Passaic, New Jersey, where it didn't come up at all.

But, as of tomorrow, I'll be on my way home.