نسمة مشوار

Where I go when I need to clear my head: the ruins of an old Amorite fortress at Tel Yarmut, a high lookout where there’s usually nobody around.

My eldest son’s last day of vacation before yeshiva: just the two of us walking the Elah Valley, where David fought Goliath, up to the ruins at Khirbet Qiyafa.

A quick errand to Ramle with my son Yusuf, and a note on how locals react when a Jewish person speaks their language.

Notes from a sixteenth-anniversary trip to Djerba: warm encounters, everyday religious life, practicing Arabic in passing conversations, and impressions gathered without rushing or explanation.

Back to daily Derja after a long pause, trying to rebuild momentum.

Some early morning annoyances.

A reflection on a company trip that wasn’t as bad as expected

An end-of-summer family trip squeezed in before school starts.