An Emigrant to Israel Gets Tripped Up by His Feelings
Reflections on things and people lost
I emigrated to Israel from the US—the area around Schenectady, New York to be more exact—thirty-eight years ago. Quite a long time. But it took quite a long time for it to start to feel like a long time ago; that happened only in the last few years. It’s in the last few years that the time I spent back there has started…
