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Malina Saval<br />
My parents and I fought about<br />
packing for a week. On the floor of<br />
my room lay three huge black bodysize<br />
bags. Beside them lay heaping<br />
piles of socks and underwear, t-<br />
shirts and shorts, jeans and sweat<br />
ers, skirts and dresses. Broken up<br />
pairs of sneakers, sandles and hiking<br />
boots were scattered around. A<br />
box of newly bought books from<br />
Barnes and Noble, a tennis racket,<br />
an old-fashioned flannel sleeping<br />
bag Impractical for backpack travailing<br />
, a crate spilling over with<br />
toiletries - all waiting to be somehow<br />
stuffed into the El-Al two freeof-charge<br />
suitcases, each having a<br />
weight of no more than seventy<br />
pounds.<br />
Originally, I made due with this<br />
weight restriction. I’d packed all of<br />
my clothes, shoes, and miscellaneous<br />
items into two regular armysize<br />
duffle bags. But then I realized<br />
that I had forgotten to pack<br />
pajamas to sleep in, a bathrobe,<br />
music tapes and a Walkman, a<br />
winter coat, a spring Jacket, prescription<br />
drugs, contact lens solutlon,<br />
beach towels, batteries, and a<br />
flashlight - important items! My<br />
mother thought that I was being rldiculous.<br />
If I took half as many<br />
clothes, I’d have twice as much<br />
room in my luggage to pack everything<br />
else. But I was going away<br />
for a year and at that time It<br />
seemed like I had to take absolutely<br />
everything in my house with me.<br />
*You don't need four tubes of toothpaste,<br />
my mom said. *You can buy<br />
it there, can’t you?* But for some<br />
strange reason, it didn’t occur to<br />
me that people in Israel brush their<br />
teeth, and if they did, it certainly<br />
wasn't with mint-flavored tartercontrol<br />
Crest. One night, a few<br />
days before I left, my dad snuck<br />
into my room as I lay sleeping,<br />
unpacked my luggage, taking out<br />
half of my clothes, and repacked it.<br />
You could see the effort he’d taken<br />
to conceal his deed - he'd put the<br />
extra clothes into my brother’s<br />
room upstairs, not back into my<br />
dresser drawers where he knew I’d<br />
find them. He did not know that I<br />
often raid little Danny's wardrobe<br />
in search of sweatshirts and sweatpants.<br />
That next morning, I diecovered<br />
my father’s devious act. I<br />
repacked my clothes, taking no<br />
pains to leave a single sock out. At<br />
this time my parents conceded that<br />
they would have to pay the surplus<br />
baggage fee.<br />
But then, I would still have to<br />
change planes once I'd arrived in<br />
New York from Boston. How was I<br />
to lug all of my bags from the TWA<br />
domestic terminal to the El-Al Terminal,<br />
located light years from<br />
each other in the JFK International<br />
Airport? The day of my departure,<br />
my mother ended up hopping on<br />
the flight with me to New York. In<br />
the end, it cost my parents an<br />
extra $329 just to get me on the<br />
plane.<br />
And now it’s time to start packing<br />
again and this time I have even<br />
more stuff. From my Greece and<br />
Turkey souvenirs to the four pairs<br />
of shoes I've bought - Naot Clogs,<br />
Nimrod sandles, black leather boots,<br />
suede loafers, and enough Jerusalem<br />
candles to set the plane on Are<br />
- 1 figure that I should be able to<br />
pack everything into four bags, not<br />
exceeding the El-Al trans-atlantic<br />
weight limit by more than five hundred<br />
pounds.<br />
But wait, this isn’t merely a superficial<br />
account of clothes and<br />
airplane transport. Having spent<br />
the past ten and a half months in<br />
Israel, I have - much to my own<br />
surprise - developed a strong sense<br />
of someday wanting to live here.<br />
Not to give this article a Zionist<br />
slant; still, I must say this: I love<br />
this country and I am heart-broken<br />
to have to leave it. Thus, before I<br />
leave Eretz Ylsrael, Boston bound<br />
on an El-Al 747,1 plan on leaving a<br />
part of me behind in the land of<br />
milk and honey: namely, books and<br />
jeans, t-shirts and sweaters, and an<br />
old pairs of shoes, which I will<br />
proudly donate to charity organizatlons<br />
throughout Jerusalem. And<br />
the next time I come to Israel, even<br />
if it's for life, I plan on packing a<br />
lot lighter.