by Adam Wolfthal
We arrived to Tel Aviv by Plan
e
The freezing cabin drove us half insane
Got our luggage, exchanged our money
Stepped outside, it was hot and sunny
Drove north to Golan, admired the hills
Some slept soundly, rest prepared for the thrills
Got to the Kibbutz after a roundabout
Icebreakers, dinner then a few caught a stout
Time at the bar, couldn’t be better spent
Woke up early and off to a hike we went
Bottom of the mountain, temple of pan
The top held panoramic views of this beautiful land
Bunker on mount BenTal had interesting karma
And then our group got its first taste of schwarma
Visited an olive oil production facility
Where they discovered olive wastes utility
Kayaked the rapids of the Jordan river
All that’s expected and more was delivered
Learned about Israel through its musical stars
Two hours later, flaming shots almost burnt down the bar
Rose for a trek up the mountain Herten
As a group we grew closer that is certain
Made our way to Tzfat, best falafel in the world
And learned about how Kabbalah’s story unfurled
Wandered the district of Israeli artists
Then headed to the place where it all started
Yerushalim, we arrived at Caesers
And a trip to the clubs, was a crowd pleaser
Our first view of the dome of the rock could make you cry
We picked up the soldiers, Amir Alon, Eyal and Guy
Two Gals, Odil, Aviv, so pretty
We intro’d and B-line straight for the old city
Each left our note in the Wailing wall
While few wrapped Tefillin, G-d was felt by all
With our soldier groups we strolled the market for lunching
And found some yummies for oneg shabbot munching
For oneg we shared food, stories, and song
Each day made our groups bond more strong
Up nice and early to practice yoga with britty
Before heading to a small park in the city
Spoke with soldiers about scenes that can’t be rehearsed
Then some enjoyed Frisbee while many conversed
Climbed to the rooftop, for the pool, in our sandals
Before we celebrated with the Havdalah candles
Caught a great lecture from Gil, from the news
Before we spoke about what makes us Jews
Stories of our past had our emotions tossed
Continued into the visit of the museum of the Holocaust
Exhibits and pictures of Yad Vashem
Left most of us floored and מחמם (mekhamem- v. stunned)
Visited Her Hertzel, saw leaders graves as expected
But the ages on the headstones put it all in perspective
Its easy to sit back and wonder why
When G-d told Avrahim his kids would be like stars in the sky
Plentiful, phrases learned so we could say them
Soldiers taught us quick, next day we rose at 4 A.M.
To ascend the sight of the defensive
Admired the care put in like its intensive
Brought the sun up, like a bunch of rooster
Spirituality much more than we are used to
The dead sea, floating felt so divine
Mud left our skin felling smoother than this rhyme
Rode gamals, just one got bent (shoutout to Hubert)
Set up for our night in the desert tent
Gal told us all how Zeus did conspire
To burn his wife, the way we did the bonfire
We sang songs, showed off guitar skills
Amazing how 2 chords will make your heart spill
Many slept indoors, some were stargazing
The bond of this crew has become amazing
Next day started with a hike through desert sands
And we picked some carrots with our bare hands
Tomatoes too, passion fruit and some herbs
Making fresh pitas, absolutely superb
Aviv, she took us to her home base
Where we got to see this lands most conflicted place
Learned about pigeons and how they know where to fly
Then we got fa’klempt wishing the soldiers good bye
Felt like we were losing our siblings
But Shargil and Alon reminded us, its only the beginning
We thought about the future, Aliyah wishing
Mostly showed cameras, just reminiscing
Rose, packed went to Independence Hall
Israel’s state was formed there, Golda she bawled
Saw the site where Yitzak was shot
a plaque “murderer” sat right on the spot
Then at the market we all slipped off
And if you weren’t haggling then you got ripped off
The whole experience was more than we could conceive
Because next we spend the afternoon on a beach in Tel Aviv
We told the guy in Jaffa we thought we had found heaven
None of us could think of anywhere better then Birthright twenty eleven…
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Photo of Masada by aguapoman, licensed under Creative Commons.
Busy week! Here are a few extra links as our gift to you. Shabbat Shalom!
1. Seth Rogen has a riddle for you (sorry – we couldn’t resist).
2. According to The Jewish Week, making Aliyah is now a career move. Would you move to Israel to find a job?
3. This week, Mixed Multitudes (the MyJewishLearning.com blog) is loving songs for Jewish cowboys (yes, we have those too). Here’s their favorite example from So-Called.
4. The Gothamist reports on the diversion of the flight from JFK headed for Phoenix due to a group of Israelis playing backgammon. Reminds them of the flight last year that was grounded when a passenger started to put on tefillin.
5. A special recipe to get you in the mood for the High Holidays. The Jewish Daily Forward has bird shaped challah. Isn’t it just the cutest little food you’ve ever eaten?
For all of us, home isn’t just the place we are now.  It’s the place we’re comfortable being ourselves. With that in mind we’d like to share one of our favorite monologues, by our friend Farrah, about composite identities, and the place they call home.
Shabbat Shalom,
Alef
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By Benjamin Bakhshi
I used to read Israeli news at least three times a day, waiting for bad news to happen. When the Second Lebanon war broke out I found myself glued to the couch, watching the war on a buffet of television networks. This process repeated for Operation “Cast Lead” in Gaza. I found most of my attention focused on Israel, I could not stop thinking that half the Jews in the world were busy fighting wars and building a new country while I was at home managing a store at my mall, and doing some real estate on the side. I was a speaker at a small press conference in San Francisco where I shared my family’s experience leaving Iran and told the world of explicit desire to rid the Where was my justification to stay and watch the next war from my couch when I could physically be in Israel and influence Israel’s success, along with my Israeli peers?
Garin Tzabar helped me do just that. They organize groups of 20-30 people in cities throughout the world who are interested in joining the IDF. I joined them in March 2009 as a late entrant. The informational and bonding meetings continued until May, at which point participants waited until August to move to a kibbutz with their new friends, or like me, move to Israel earlier in order to learn more Hebrew.
I lived on friends couches in Tel Aviv for a while before I settled into my own apartment. Me and two guys from my program enrolled at Ulpan Gordon in Tel Aviv (I highly recommend this Ulpan to anyone at any level of Hebrew) where I spent the summer studying Hebrew, and partying. Israel has some of the best clubs in the world, in case you didn’t know, and as an American learning Hebrew the best way to practice a new language is by approaching a cute Israeli girl and saying, “Shalom, ani oleh hadash mCalifornia, ma shlomeh?” – Hello, I’m a new immigrant from California. How’re you?
In August I moved into Kibbutz Ein Hashofet with the rest of my new friends from America. We continued learning about the army and all the various places we could end up serving. I learned that I could serve in the Air Force, and began asking hundreds of questions about the opportunity. I was given a lot answers, and learned things I never would have had I been alone, relying solely on my own research on the Internet.
We did physical training to prepare for the shock of basic Army training. We took part in political and moral debates about war and peace. And of course, we studied Hebrew to be sure we could understand our officer’s commands.
I decided to leave the kibbutz in October and move back to Tel Aviv with a friend from my Garin. We found a roommate and are now settled not four blocks from the Mediterranean Sea. There is no replacement to living in Tel Aviv. It is a mix of a big city, suburban family life, and Cancun, all in one. I signed up with a gym across the street. I visited long-lost relatives throughout the country for Shabbat, BBQs, and trips to the Kineret. I worked as a busboy for some easy money and the chance to learn some more Hebrew. All the while I was at Ulpan Gordon, learning Hebrew and making friends from all over the world.
In December I enlisted into the Air Force, in the Anti-Aircraft division. I had four months of basic training, which included lots of discipline, physical training, shooting, and classroom time to learn our new jobs. The army provides lone soldiers, those who have no immediate family in the country, with extra benefits such as: double salary, extra days off, 30 days a year to visit family outside of Israel, and about 1000 shekels a month for rent.
I must say, as a 24 year old Californian with a degree in economics who volunteered for the army, I get a lot of special attetion from my fellow soldiers and commanders. I have heard numerous soldiers tell me that they felt ther job became more meaningful knowning that I gave up so much to join the army, while they are forced to enlist. I didn’t join expecting special treatment, but it does come well accepted when on the other side of the world my parents are wishing to see me everyday.
My parents and I maintain communication and have a good relationship with each other. They did not agree with my decision to leave home for Israel, but they supported me every step of the way. I give them credit for making me who I am today and not a day goes by without me thinking about them and trying to make them proud. They visited me one time so far, I will be visiting them soon I hope, and we will maintain a game of ping pong of visitations for a long time to come. In the meantime, live video chat via Skype and Facebook help them keep tabs on my life.
I haven’t regretted a single moment of my army service or my time as a new citizen in Israel. On the contrary I am happy to be here, happy that I have learned a new language, met new friends and family, and am able to directly impact and improve Israel and it’s defense forces by my actions, and not through third or fourth hand donations or taxes. And if, God forbid, there is another war, I won’t be sitting at home watching TV, I will be on base actively guarding Israeli lives and moving forward the Zionist dream through the 21st century.
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Photos by Karen Horton, licensed under Creative Commons
By Liel Leibovitz
When we think of aliya, the earliest images that come to mind are of young pioneers in the early Twentieth Century, arriving from Russia or Poland with empty pockets and hearts brimming with passion to settle the ancient Jewish homeland. And yet, nearly 800 years earlier, one of the world’s better-known men made the same journey, giving up a life of fame and fortune in Spain, to fulfill his firm belief that only in Eretz Yisrael, the land of Israel, can a Jew live a life that’s spiritually complete.
Yehuda Halevi—physician, philosopher, poet—is the subject of the new biography by Hillel Halkin, a writer and translator who himself made aliya, moving to Zikhron Ya’akov in the 1970s. I spoke to Halkin about Halevi, his poetry, and the lasting influence of his ideas.
LL: Tell us a little bit about Yehuda Halevi. Who was he?
HH: Yehuda Halevi was born in Spain some time between 1070 and 1075. During his lifetime, Spain was divided into two fairly equal halves, a Christian north and a Muslim south, and though born in the north, he lived most of his life in the south, in Andalusia. Poetry was a highly valued medium of expression and communication among educated Muslims of his time, and thus among Andalusian Jews too, and Halevi, who began to write Hebrew poetry at a young age, was recognized as a major talent while still in his teens and went on to become one of the great all-time Hebrew poets. He was also the author of The Kuzari, a philosophical defense of Judaism written in dialogue form that became one of the major texts of Jewish tradition.
One group of Halevi’s poems, called his “Songs of Zion,” express his love and longing for the Land of Israel. The shortest and best-known of them goes:
My heart in the East
But the rest of me far in the West –
How can I savor this life, even taste what I eat?
How, in the bonds of the Moor,
Zion chained to the Cross,
Can I do what I’ve vowed to and must?
Yet gladly I’d leave
All the best of grand Spain
For one glimpse of Jerusalem’s dust.
In 1140, already an old man, he left a comfortable life in Spain, in which he was a lionized figure, and set out for Palestine with the intention of settling there. This was an unheard-of thing to do at his age, when the country was largely in the hands of the Crusaders, who had brutally decimated its small Jewish community, and Halevi’s friends, thinking it reckless folly, pleaded with him to reconsider. Yet he was adamant. From his point of view, the entire logic of being Jewish as expounded in The Kuzari pointed to the necessity of a Jew’s living in the Land of Israel. This does not make him the first Zionist in the modern sense of the word – he had no practical plan for settling Jews in Palestine or turning them into a majority there – but it does make him the first Diaspora Jew to insist that life in Exile was so psychologically and morally intolerable that it had to be abandoned at all costs.
LL: Did he ever make it to the land of Israel? I understand there’s somewhat of a mystery surrounding his death.
HH: Until the 1950s, Halevi’s traces disappeared in Egypt, through which the sea route from Spain to Palestine took him. Despite a legend first recorded in the 16th century that he had died at the gates of Jerusalem, trampled to death by a Muslim horseman, some historians therefor thought that he had died in Egypt and had never reached Palestine at all.
Today, because of the Cairo Geniza, a medieval archive of Jewish documents discovered in the sealed loft of an old synagogue, we know that Halevi did reach Palestine. We even know the date he set sail for it from Egypt—May 14, 1141. Yet then his traces vanish again, though letters found in the Geniza tell us that he died that same summer. One letter even hints that the legend about his death may be factual, but key parts of it are illegible and the exact truth will probably never be known.
LL: You yourself decided to leave the United States behind and make aliya. Were you influenced by Halevi?
HH: My and my wife’s decision to move to Israel from America in 1970 certainly wasn’t inspired by Halevi directly. When we made it, I was only superficially acquainted with Halevi’s poetry and had never read The Kuzari. I only got to know Halevi well when already living in Israel.
And yet this decision was very much a Halevian one. For Halevi, living in the Land of Israel was a matter of inner necessity. It was something he had to do for his own integrity, and the failure to do it left him feeling incomplete and inconsistent. Judaism was for him above all a religion of action – and living in the Land of Israel was the ultimate act, the abstention from which undermined the meaning of all else.
When I decided to move to Israel, I felt very much the same way. A Jewish life lived elsewhere not only made no sense to me, it struck me as fundamentally dishonest. I could imagine a life in America as an American and a life in Israel as a Jew, but I could not imagine, when for the first time in two thousand years there was a Jewish state in the Jewish homeland, a life as a Jew in America that would not be a lie. Unlike Halevi, whose aliya in 1140 was truly heroic, my own aliya did not really involve giving up many of “the comforts of the West.” Israel is, and already was then, a pretty comfortable country. What it meant was choosing to be what I already was – a Jew – completely and unreservedly, and Halevi will always be for me the great model of such a choice.
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To see Hillel Halkin talk about Yehuda Halevi in person, check out his upcoming book tour.
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Liel Leibovitz is an editor and writer for Tablet Magazine, an online magazine of Jewish life and culture.
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