1993-1994 Rothberg Yearbook

The Rorhbeng School 

Fo k Oveuseas 

Hebnew Univensny, Scopus 

Goldscvirh Budding 

JemsaLea0, IsmeL

THE ROTHBERG 

Editor -in-Chief: 

Assistant Editor: 

Graphics & Layout: 

Layout: 

Naomi F. Zuckerman 

Judah J. Gould 

Deborah Zuckerman 

Stacie Sulak 

Rebecca Weidner 

Gabrielle Nathanson 

Nicole Perlman 

Daliah Bar-Dayan 

Special thanks to those who contributed articles an d pictures! 

This yearbook is a product of the 

students of the Roth berg School 

For Overseas Students 

Produced By Gefen Publishing House Ltd.

Editor's Note 

2 can honestly say that 2 

have (earned more in this 

one year aBroad than any 

single year at home. 

Through tu/ufim, classes, 

volunteering, seminars, and 

travel to fa r away 

countries, 2 have 

accomplished more in one 

year than most people do in 

a lifetime. A nd so have 

we a ll 

2 have developed a very 

strong attachment to this 

country, stronger than any 

teen tour or trip zvith the 

fam ily. A fter 2 decided to 

spend my year in Israel, 

many people asked me why 

2 wasn’t going to 'England 

instead "Israel is hot and 

it’s so dangerous. Qo to 

England, it’s Europe! 

\you’ve Been to Israel Before." 

So what’s so special 

aBout Israeli I ’m sure 

that 2 don’t have to ted 

you. 1The people, the culture, 

the history, and the 

language a ll make (Enetz 

yisraefdistinctive. 

So now it’s time to leave 

and I ’ve Been thinking 

aBout this a lot. 1Workmg 

on the yearBook has forced 

me to consider this earlier 

than most. Unfortunately, 

contemplating this issue for 

such a long time has not 

helped me to come up zvith 

any more answers than 

you. (Returning to the 

States is going to Be a Big 

deal, proBaBly a Bigger deal 

than 2 can imagine right 

now. 

'Whether we (ike it or 

not, we have all changed, 

most fo r the Better. I ’m 

not talking aBout little 

things (ike teaming to cook^ 

spaghetti or how to sew a 

Button on a pair o f 

shorts. *We thinfjG ffereitt- 

(y; we are pr06a6Cy slightly 

more aggresive; and we reaCize 

that it's not what 

you tqww, But who you 

know. In spite o f a tt o f 

our complaining aBout Israe 

l and it’s society, we have 

assimilated A t (east to the 

point where we are differertt 

from those we (eft at 

home. 

(However, the friends that 

were made during this year 

are some o f the Best I ’ve 

ever had and 2 plan on 

peeping it that way. *1he 

time that we spent together 

was Both remarkaBle and 

tmique. 2 w ill treasure 

that time forever. 

Haomi J. Zuckerman 

Editor-in-Chief

A Letter From Jerusalem 

Zachary Thacher 

This is it, our one year of study 

in Israel is over, bringing to us new 

paths to choose from as we are 

deposited back onto American soil, 

ready or not. What the first 

moment of Israel meant to our 

group of eight hundred students 

from North America (and 

elsewhere) is varied and diverse. 

As we travelled from Beh-Gurlon 

airport to Jerusalem on our first 

day, some of us awaited the 

seasonal roar of Jerusalem tourism 

and Ben Yehuda nights with 

anticipation. Others of us had no 

conception or vision of what was to 

follow, of what this new world of 

ancient history and dynamic 

idealism would tell us. The 

confusion and disorientation of our 

summer in Givat Ram prefaced the 

often difficult experience of Israeli 

bureaucracy, street attitudes, and 

the foreignness of Hebrew - even if 

we had studied it in our respective 

homelands. 

Israeli society was not laid down 

at our feet for us to carefully 

and gently pick and choose from. 

Rather, we had to push our 

borders of savlanut and learn 

how to dance with words, create 

spontaneous sign language and 

resort to our native tongue in order 

to Integrate in Israel. Hopefully, we 

have grown individually to at least 

become familiar with Israel and her 

geography of culture, shared 

religion and language. 

I was thrust into a strange new 

world at once immediately familiar 

and foreign this past July. Now, 

nine months later, I have an 

inspiring, albeit fundamental, grasp 

of Hebrew, an honest and beautiful 

collection of new friends and a 

passion for Israel that will last for 

the rest of my life. This has not 

only been a year of study, friendmaking 

and night-clubbing, but a 

fantastic opening of the soul and 

mind to the modern era of Judaism 

in our homeland. 

Israel is not easy, nor is it 

antagonizing. She feels like a 

warm welcome to a home of close 

friends of the family - all very 

friendly and accepting but in 

slightly unfamiliar surroundings. 

The map of this land has 

written itself into our collective 

e x p e rien c e, m em ory and 

travelogues: Tel Aviv, Jerusalem, 

Eilat, Haifa, the Golan, the Negev - 

they will be our secret artifacts as 

we roam America. 

There are those of us who will 

return for A liyah while others will 

live as Americans and Jews, 

choosing a different path but a no 

less noble one. Yet this year, our 

Holy City has been made relevant, 

real, and immediate; its chaotic, 

bloody and holy aura will stay with 

us and teach us for many years to 

come. We have acted out the return 

from the Diaspora, we have gone 

through the motion of A liya and 

adjustment, and now we must 

learn to keep the dusty winds of 

the Negev, the prayer calls and 

black hats of Jerusalem, and the 

modern pace of high-rise Tel Aviv in 

our hearts, minds, and eyes for the 

future. 

This year had been tremendous, 

both frustrating and fun, and I 

cherish it as I cherish my new 

friendships and cultural education. 

Shalom and todah to everyone, I 

am changed.

The Nation 

5 

Helen Han 

Losing 

I am two continents and three 

countries. 

Not always by free will 

have I moved from place to place. 

First I was dropped 

as a baby from the maternal 

month 

in the middle of North America. 

And for nineteen years 

I stayed. 

I stayed in a place 

where everybody tries to speak the 

same language. 

Adolescent tongue 

learned to form words 

about the common pool 

where people drop their pebbles 

and feel the weight of rocks, 

breakthrough. 

Korean was my first language 

and that country my first land. 

Before possession had a chance, 

the distance between there 

and here 

became like stone. 

Second language came easynow 

words, 

millions of letters in tandem 

pedal about me; 

my mind is a pole for these 

particles 

that tug with fervent energy. 

English has become a tool 

for navigation. 

In Jerusalem, 

English is my possesion. 

They walk the university pathsmy 

others. 

We sometimes bow our heads 

and always address each other 

formally. 

They remind me of a land 

that shows on my face. 

When I open my mouth 

words betray me 

as gyop-oh. 

I wonder what I have lost.

Life In Jeru salem 

Rachael Smith 

A rock hit the bus 

we look out 

and see nothing 

familiar 

then return to 

dally 

life. 

K 

Lost and Found 

Sari Uretsky 

In Jerusalem I lost 

my smile 

my friends 

my family 

my life 

my love 

my strength 

myBelf 

In Jerusalem I found 

my smile 

new friends 

a family 

a different life 

my love 

a new strength 

myself

Nation 

Soldiers 

Rachael Smith 

They carry their guns everywhere. 

Those boys, those children. 

Younger than me yet able to kill. 

Many are smaller than me, 

sometimes even seeming smaller 

than their guns. And they walk 

around like any teenager laughing 

and drinking and picking up girls 

with only their M16's bumping 

against their rear to remind them 

they’re Israeli.

The Nation 

9

The Nation 

Changing 

Rachael Smith 

I found a love for Israel 

but lost the illusion of the life. 

I found an abstract ideaof 

red-dashed borders, 

of precedents, 

rights, ideascloser 

to me, than any abstraction 

before. 

But I found this Zionist idea, 

anywhere, found here־to be 

carried back 

not to stay. 

Here I found 

honking and rallies 

wild bus routes 

undecipherable phone bills. 

I found confusion, 

that increases the more I learn, 

the more I know. 

I found a city, a country 

and in that I lost the idea. 

The idea of the country 

which I’ll only get back, 

when I leave. 

H a tik v a h 

Sari Uretsky 

Once swamps and deserts 

useless and barren. 

I now drink the milk 

I taste the honey. 

But I see the broken backs 

that made her give birth. 

Those who gave their lives 

to make the deserts green 

and the swamps fertile. 

The children who fought and 

became soldiers in the night. 

The children who fight 

and are soldiers in the night. 

Any and every Jew, wished to come 

welcome in the land of hope. 

To share in the simcha of 

the Brit of Israel.

The Nation

Tourists 

Yehuda Amichai 

Visits of condolence is all we get 

from them. 

They squat at the Holocaust 

Memorial, 

They put on grave faces at the 

Wailing WaU 

And they laugh behind heavy 

curtains 

In their hotels. 

They have their pictures taken 

Together with our famous dead 

At Rachel's Tomb and Herzl's Tomb 

And on the top of Ammunition Ml. 

They weep over our sweet boyB 

And lust over our tough girls 

And hang up their underwear 

To dry quickly 

In cool, blue bathrooms. 

Once I sat on the steps by a gate 

at David's Tower, I placed my two 

heavy baskets at my side. A group 

of tourists was standing around 

their guide and I became their 

target marker. *You see that man 

with the baskets? Just right of his 

head there'8 an arch from the 

Roman period. Just right of his 

head.* *But he's moving, he’8 

moving!' I said to myself: 

redemption will come only if their 

guide tells them, *You see that arch 

from the Roman period? It’s not 

Important: but next to it, left and 

down a bit, there sits a man who's 

bought fruit and vegetables for his 

family." 

Translated by Glenda Abramson & 

Tudor Parfltt

Summer Fun 

The Truth About Givat Scum 

Rebecca Weidner 

13 

For most of us who lived through 

it, the month and a half spent at 

Givat Ram is now just a faint 

memory. After long contemplation, 

I’ve decided that this temporary 

senility is due to a cranial defense 

mechanism to protect us from 

memories better left forgotten. 

Mention the words 'Givat Ram "to 

any person who spent some time 

living there, and the automatic response 

is a hysterical scream. 

What could elicit such a reaction? 

What made Givalt Ram 80 abhorrent? 

Decide for yourself. The following 

is an unbiased, factual account 

of life at The Elef Dorms: 

After making our way to the 

front of the dorm assignment line, 

our names were written in pencil, 

in an apparently random slot, and 

we were handed a key. On this key 

were written three numbers, such 

as 2-9-9, almost like a prison cell. 

The first number referred to the 

level of your building, the second to 

the specific building, and the third 

to your room number in that building. 

What a fascinating system. 

The rooms consisted of two beds, a 

very own family of ants. The bottom 

of our doors were slotted for 

acoustical reasons; these open 

ings allowed all of the noise from 

the hallway to slip into our room 

and be amplified for all to enjoy. 

At the end of each cell block were 

the bathrooms. The showers were 

shared among the members of the 

building as well as strange men 

who would "accidentally' wander 

into the stall, and a little brown 

dog who enjoyed drinking the soapy 

water out of the drain. 

Directly across from the showers 

was a room with a sink, a stove, 

and big silver refrigerators. Some 

call this a kitchen. We called it 

something unprintable in the yearbook. 

But it was hard to tell exactly 

what it was because it was usually 

overrun by cats. This really 

was not that unusual considering 

cats ran Givat Slum . After a few 

minutes of negotiating (i.e. stamping 

your feet, screaming, throwing 

things) the rabid beasts would normally 

allow you a little time to 

cook dinner. However, they were 

never very far away, usually sit 

their next attackFor those students 

fortunate enough to receive refrigerators, 

there was the pleasant surprise 

when they opened the door 

and found that none of their food 

was stolen. Actually, this was only 

pleasant for some, for having mango 

juice stolen was a better option 

than finding ants using the juice as 

a swimming pool (the refrigerators 

weren’t quite cold enough to diecourage 

the ants.) 

And then there was Summer 

Ulpan - talk about repressed memories. 

The best thing that can be 

said about those nine long weeks is 

that they are OVERI 

I cannot end this brief documentary 

of Givat Nam life without, at 

least, adding some of the perks of 

living there. First, it made us espedaily 

enjoy the weekend trips that 

conveniently allowed us to escape 

the hell of Shikunei Ha'Kelev 

(translation: Dorms of the Dog). 

Second, it Instilled in us a greater 

appreciation for our later dorms at 

Resnick and Idelson. Finally, and 

most important, friendships were 

created that will last a lifetime.

Summer Fun 

i f 

T h e 28H 

Nicole Perlman 

Beep-Beepl Beep-Beep! Beep-Beepl 

My alarm brings in another day of 

Ulpan. 

Oh Nol No campus shuttles? 

A city bus? -Oh, the 28H . 

Beep-Beepl Beep-Beepl Beep-Beepl 

Oh my - 1 must have missed my 

alarm! 

I can’t be late - where's the 28H? 

O.K., savlanut - here it comes 

Oh No -H afsakah Already? C’mon 

let's got 

Waitl Rega! Come backl I need 

to get to Ulpan! 


Should I go to Ulpan even though I 

have a headache? 

I guess 80 - 1 can only miss three 

days. 

I forgot to do my homework last 

night - Oh well! 

I can do it on the 28H! 


Wow am I early today. I've got a 

seatl 

I guess I’ll get breakfast at school - 

maybe finish my homework 

Oh my! Is this guy really going to 

stand with his arm above my nose 

the entire way? 

I feel dizzy on the 28H! 


Wait, why are you pushing me 

over? 

I know all of you guys. 

Oh, you are assimilating. 

You’ve got to be aggressive on the 

28H! 

TAXI! 11

Summer Fun

Summer Fun !9 

ירו של״ט 

A 

ND

S flags

Local News 

21 

A m erican G h e tto 

Rachael Smith 

Circles of barbed wire line the fence 

cars parked along it 

passes needed to enter 

two guards stand by the gate. 

Inside Americans live with 

Americans 

in small rooms with a phone, 

a sink, a fridge. 

Cooking pancakes and stir fry 

on the edge of the Middle East. 

Billy Joel, Spin Doctors, Phish, Abba 

shout from the windows 

giving tempo to the jackhammers 

below. 

The English chatter, the Hebrew 

babble 

never meet. 

And the cats run wild. Through 

the American Ghetto where 

Americans meet Americans 

drink with them 

study Hebrew with them 

in the heart of Jerusalem.

Resnik Laundry 

Sari Uretsky 

We were exhausted and famished, 

When we got home from the hike. 

Our muscles were stiff and sore, 

Our butts bruised from the bike. 

I noticed It Immediately, 

My room reeked from the smell. 

It was unbearable, the stench, 

Of my clothes dragged through 

hell. 

I had no time to restl 

So I threw it all In a bag. 

As I plugged my nose, 

And tried hard not to gag. 

As I gave my wash in, 

I let a big sigh out. 

Leaving building three, 

My mind full of doubt. 

I spent my time worried, 

My thoughts far away. 

Until my laundry was ready, 

At the end of the day. 

There were spots on my shirts, 

That weren’t there before. 

But not one sock was missing, 

And I smiled once more.

Local News 

23 

Zack Bodner 

Guatemala Ain't So Bad 

To many, we're just "those second 

semester students that have to 

take the bus every day." In fact, 

we are the proud few who commute 

from Kiryat HaYovel forty-five minutes 

- just to sit through another 

day of Hebrew. We’re a tight-nit 

group that can be seen barbecuing 

late at night in the dorm rooms, 

drinking and eating together over 

large communal Shabbat dinners, 

and keeping In touch via "telephone 

lines" between buildings, which are 

actually strings with bells on the 

end. 

Hebrew U plopped us in a location 

that most people think "stinks" due 

to the distance from Scopus. But, 

in fact, we have our own little 

square, complete with restaurants, 

falafel stands, a laundromat, a 

Supersol, a barber, a coffee shop, a 

liquor store, a convenience market, 

and a grassy park right in the 

middle. We are only a five minute 

bus ride away from the Canion (rumored 

to be the largest shopping 

mall in the Middle East), and five 

minutes from Teddy Kollek Stadium 

- where B etar Yerushalayim 

plays every other Saturday. We 

are also a two hundred yard walk 

away from the monster slide park, 

complete with basketball courts, a 

miniature golf course, and the Jerusalem 

Zoo. In fact, those first 

semester students and the few 

weasels who migrated from Guatemala 

to Resnlk, all agree that if 

Mt. Scopus could be moved to 

Kiryat HaYovel, It would be in the 

perfect location. But, as all of us 

know, never-never-land Isn’t just a 

step through the looking glass, so 

you calculate for yourself what 

time we wake up for 8:15 Hebrew 

on Thursdays. 

It’s under these circumstances 

and with uncanny chemistry that 

permitted the second semester kids 

to jell so closely and become such 

good friends. Some people laugh 

mockingly at the large groups from 

the Yovel when they’re seen trying 

to pull five or six tables together at 

Glasnost on Tuesday nights. Outsiders 

point at us, proclaiming 

,Freshman Syndrome" all over 

again. Even those of us who came 

only In January expected the biggroup-thing 

to dissolve within several 

weeks; but we were pleasantly 

surprised to see that the weekends 

to Dahab had nearly half of Bus 

#444 filled with Hebrew U 

students. 

Our nights, like our weekends, 

involve a little extra patience and 

planning to coordinate the large 

numbers of participants, but it’s 

always easier to find a group of 

people to share a cab back to the 

city of Jubilee. And once we’re 

home, it's not uncommon for a halfdozen 

people or more to crawl Into 

a single bedroom and lounge lazily 

around a tobacco filled houka till 

the early hours of the morning. 

It's easy to wake up in our neighbors’ 

room to the jingle of a homemade 

telephone line in order to 

make It to class in time the next 

day. 

None of the Guatemala students 

resent living there - anymore. 

We’ve come together and bonded 

over our apparent unfortunate 

situation. And like the rest of the 

OYP students at Hebrew University, 

we’ll miss each other when we 

leave in June. But well keep In 

touch next year through that modern 

technological miracle that no 

one is a stranger to: e-mail.

Zane Waldman 

A Sim ple Tribute To 

Frank S in a tra ’s Cafeteria 

As we reflect on our experiences 

in Israel for many of us here on 

the One Tear Program, several of 

these reflections will involve food. 

Special d in n e rs, fav o rite 

restaurants, new tastes of the 

Middle Bast and the search for 

familiar tastes of home. With this 

thought In mind, the yearbook 

would be incomplete without a nod 

of recognition to the food and the 

place that was the staff of support 

for many of us this year. 

I speak of course about the Frank 

Sinatra Cafeteria. Please 

understand, I do not intend to 

criticize or offer commentary. I 

write only to say a heartfelt thanks 

to the wonderful people that staff 

the Frank Sinatra Cafeteria. Sure, 

Frank himself isn’t actually there. 

But one taste of the succulent 

s c h n itz e l will make any 

complaints disappear. Whatever 

troubles one may have, a happy 

greeting of *Schnitzel! M a'od?' 

will make the world seem like a 

beautiful place again. 

As the various constellations 

color our view of the sky, 80 does 

our time at Frank’s affect our time 

in Israel. One is warned before 

departing for Israel of the 

inevitable schnitzel overload one 

will experience. But I shall take a 

stand here and say to the future 

generations of students: There is no 

such thing as too much schnitzel 

at Frank Sinatra’s. Having taken 

refuge in Frank’s cafeteria at least 

once a day since we first visited 

the Mount Scopus campus, I know 

that I owe many things to Frank 

and the people that make it 

possible. 

I know that no matter what 

occurs in the country, in the world, 

that there will always be a warm, 

healthy, tasty meal waiting for me. 

Where else in Israel could you find 

such an oasis from one's troubles, 

with golden schnitzel and stellar 

vegetables. Upon reflection, I am 

proud to say that I am what I eat, 

and Frank Sinatra's schnitzel 

m eal m ay co n trib u te to 

approximately 15% of my flesh. I 

have no regrets, only that I must 

now depart. 

I experience now the strange 

sensation of both longing to return 

home, and yet dreading leaving the 

new home I have discovered. Here, 

In one of the most spiritual cities 

of the world, many people discover 

new levels of spirituality. They 

experience revelations or personal 

re disco very. For me, my Mount 

Moriah was at Frank Sinatra’s and 

I know that I am not alone. Bach 

day I am forced to relive the 

greatest paradox of faith: to have 

before me the perfect meal, only to 

destroy it by my 01m hand. Martin 

Buber stated In I and fliou: 

,Without IT man cannot live. But 

he who lives with IT alone is not a 

man.’(p.34) Frank Sinatra's 

support and wonderful food have 

both inspired and enabled us to 

enter into relation with the eternal 

Thou. For that, I am eternally 

grateful. 

As In Herman Hesse’s Journey to 

the Bast. I foolishly thought that, 

*It was my destiny to join In a 

great ezperlence.'(p.l) As my 

Journey comes to its end, I realize 

that Frank granted to me my 

perceived destiny and gave me, in 

the simplest and most fulfilling 

terms, the Impetus to continue the 

most Important of searches. 

Frank Sinatra’s schnitzel and 

spirit will haunt me upon my 

homeward Journey and for a long 

time afterwards. Like Satan cast 

from the realm of the Lord, I 

regretfully take my leave of the 

Frank Sinatra cafeteria. 

On behalf of all the students on 

the One Tear Program, I say, 

Thank Tou' and T o d a h rabah,’ 

with all seriousness and well 

wishes. May you continue to be 

there for all students, from all 

places and roots, for a long time to 

come.

Local News 

25 

E-Mail 

Greg Diamond 

You wake up in the morning, it 

consumes your thoughts. As you 

move throughout the day, you plan 

for it in your daily calendar. It 

becomes an obsession in your life. 

You are addicted to E-MAIL. 

By far, E-mail is the most sought 

after, time consuming activity for 

students in the Rothberg School. 

When I first bought my account, I 

felt that I blew $100 to be able to 

keep in contact with a single friend. 

Fortunately, I was wrong. I think 

that I write to at least fifteen 

people back at home. It is great to 

use it, but I think everyone would 

agree that it's a pain in the butt. 

There are lines; the computers in 

Goldsmith never work; we are all 

under constant threat-from Israeli 

computer science students-when 

we use it during the day; and 

sometimes the entire system 

breaks down. 

But it doesn’t matter, because 

there is always the thought in the 

back of our minds telling us that 

there are messages waiting for us 

from home. Not only that, 

strangers from all parts of the 

world can forward you funny tidbits 

of information: from sorority 

jokes to travel tips; from shallow 

thoughts to *Deep Thoughts1 by 

Jack Handy. Although it hardly 

ever works, the ,talk* function can 

split the screen in two and you can 

talk to a friend, simultaneously, 

halfway around the world. Of 

course, it is usually 3:30 a.m. when 

you finally make contact with your 

loved ones, 80 they are not in the 

most responsive of moods. 

I love every minute of my 

experience here in Israel, but when 

I look back on my time here, I Trill 

remember where my addiction to e- 

mail began. Won't you?

Local News 

The One Tear Program: 

Mata** Tennis A Christian’s Perspective 

I'm socially handicapped, and it 

has nothing to do with the slight 

kink in my nose. Tou see, I never 

went to Camp Ramah. I therefore 

did not have the prior knowledge of 

twenty percent of the people on the 

One Year Program. And when 

homesickness would come tapping 

on my window shade, I had no aunt 

in Haifa to provide me with a 

home-cooked meal. In addition, I 

never learned Hebrew in Synagogue 

as a kid, 80 it was in a blue and 

white Israeli airline jet, somewhere 

over the Mediterranean, that I was 

told Hebrew is read from right to 

left. Even if I did have an aunt in 

Haifa, I would have been too busy 

wrestling with my Aleph class to go 

and see her. By now you’ve 

guessed that I count myself among 

the Goyim. 

Having never been to Israel, I was 

caught off guard by the whole notion 

of Shabbat. I had heard that 

Jerusalem "shuts down" on Saturdays, 

but holy moly! And this 

wasn’t the only Biblically-inspired 

policy of this town that I wasn't 

ready for. The idea of not eating 

my milk and meat together has 

been difficult for me to stomach 

and I can guarantee that corn pizza 

will never find its way onto my 

pepperoni-pleasured palate. 

Fortunately, my fellow OYPers 

were sympathetic to my situation. 

Most of them being American Jews, 

they themselves knew what it was 

like to be in the minority. They 

were happy to humor me when 

they were invited to my Shabbat 

dinner at Givat Ram. And when I 

blew out the candles by accident, 

they were as forgiving as disconeerted 

Jews can be. My adaptation 

process wasn’t too brutal. 

But generally,people seemed con - 

vinced that my being In a m inority 

religious group, coupled with the 

absence of Christmas, would cause 

me to get the ‘minority perspective". 

Of course, Christmas was a 

time when I missed my family and 

friends more than usual, but at no 

time this year did I ever feel alienated 

because I was Christian and 

everyone else was Jewish. I surely 

would have been to a greater extent 

had I been Immersed in Israeli 

society. However, being im m ersed 

In OYP society, I feel that in most 

wayB, I simply left one secular 

group of people and joined another 

when I came to Hebrew University. 

But on the other hand, I have a 

deep respect for scripture and the 

Tattach is an essential element of 

my spirituality. This being the 

case with a precious few of my 

acquaintances back home, I felt a 

special connection with a few peopie 

on our program. At home, I 

have very little common ground 

with the ‘Christian majority," and 

it has been a mutual belief and respect 

for scripture that has made 

me feel close to some Jews here. It 

is a closeness that I'd rarely felt in 

the United States. 

My experience as a Christian in 

the Jewish homeland was different 

from what people seem to think it 

would have been. Truthfully, the 

fact that this was 'my turn to be 

the minority," did not open my eyes 

to anything new concerning Jewish 

life in North America, that I couldn’t 

have learned by simply talking 

to them. Thanks to the tolerance 

and acceptance of the students on 

our program, I've had an incredible 

experience. I made wonderful 

friends and developed a special 

attachment to the land of Israel. 

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Local News 

29 

Sagl Feldman 

The F inancial Blues 

The last time I sat down to write 

a piece to be published, I expressed 

my heart-felt admiration for Frank 

Sinatra’s. Since then, however, I 

have been struck by a phenomenon 

which took control of the majority 

of the student body - low cash flow. 

The good old days when I was able 

to afford feasting at Frank 

Sinatra's or any other wellestablished 

restaurant where the 

chairs are not nailed to the floor 

are over. 

When I Initially arrived at the 

G ivat Scum campus, life seemed 

easy and unruffled due to cash 

which was still at the students’ 

dispense. I can still remember 

talking to friends and telling them 

that I was on my way to the bank 

to withdraw money. How I miss 

those days when the phrase 

"withdraw money from the bank" 

seemed feasible. People went out to 

numerous clubs every night, 

travelled around Israel, and many 

even travelled abroad. To many of 

us, these activities are now a 

luxury Instead of a way of life. 

It all started very Innocently with 

the *borrowing' of salt and pepper 

shakers from various restaurants. 

Yes, I’m talking about what the 

students refer to as *living the 

economical life of a student 

abroad,’ when In actuality it is 

called ,being cheap, stingy, 

pathetic, and in some cases even 

unlawful." Although these actions 

seem pointless to those who are 

financially secure, and can afford 

to buy the normal ,over 18" bus 

pass Instead of shaving on an 

hourly basis In order to pass as 

youth ־ to many of us this way of 

living is not an option. I, for one, 

have adapted to this new 

challenging situation, and have 

developed some means to survive 

and have fun at the same time. 

Now that the year Is almost over, 

I can look back at people's 

desperate attempts to save moneyand 

laugh. For example, unlike at 

the beginning of the year, students 

no longer leave the dorms to drink 

In pubs, and discos. Instead, Club 

111/2 is flooded with students who 

drink cheap, watered-down beer 

while watching old episodes of the 

Simpsons, Seinfeld, or the ,all new* 

1990 MTV countdown which 

Includes songs In Chinese (luckily 

the words to the songs appear on 

the bottom of the screen so that 

everyone can sing along - however, 

they too are in Chinese). 

Furthermore, the bus stop at the 

top of Hen Yehuda street 18 filled 

with students by the time midnight 

comes around so they will not have 

to spend an extra 2 NIS and take a 

cab Instead of the last bus. 

Although this way of living sounds 

pitiful, it can be fun If it Is looked 

upon in a positive manner. The 

educational and inexpensive 

M.A.S.A. seminars which were 

offered periodically throughout the 

year represented an opportunity for 

the students to get away for the 

weekend, stay in a comfortable 

hotel, eat constantly, "borrow" 

useful items, and perhaps even 

learn something between eating, 

watching T.V., and swimming 

outside. 

For those students who remained 

ethical, and had not yet been 

morally corrupted by their financial 

strains, Pizza Hut offered an ,all 

you can eat" deal on SundayB and 

Mondays. On these nights herds of 

students trekked to the Canion and 

stuffed themselves to the point 

w here b re a th in g becam e 

challenging. This ritual became 

more than just another dinner In 

the eyes of some students, but a 

challenge too. Bets for who could 

eat the greatest number of pizza 

slices became common in the 

struggle to find the true Pizza 

King. Upon the completion of the 

feast, the students swiftly headed 

to the nearest bathroom in order to 

stock up on soft, free toilet paper 

which is a necessity after a night 

at Pizza Hut. For what goes in, 

must eventually come out. 

Shuk M achane Yehuda was 

yet another place where students 

could find cheap food, good laughs, 

and most Importantly - good 

falafel. It was the Shuk that 

students visited to avoid the 

overpriced supermarkets, and learn 

the art of advertisement - sweaty 

men screaming at the top of their 

lungs for people to come to their 

stands. The real problem for me 

began when I attempted to store 

and eventually cook the food which 

I bought. Not to say that there 

was insufficient space to store my 

food in the 60cm by 50cm fridge 

which was shared by four people, 

or that the stove was not great 

just because Its gas flow was 

inconsistent, thereby burning my 

arm-hair to a crisp every time I lit 

it. It must be said that, in general, 

the students from abroad did not 

master the art of cooking. Due to 

the lack of cooking talent, most 

students on the O.Y.P. survived on 

pasta. Even though I had enjoyed 

eating spaghetti for the first 

several months, I have now 

developed an allergy to the food. 

The first time that I became 

aware of the sad reality that I was 

unable to feast at Frank Sinatra’s, 

I decided I would change my 

lifestyle. I still miss Frank's, and 

often write sad poetry about the 

crispy shnitzel- ,roses are red, 

violets are blue, I miss the 

shnitzel, what else can I do.1 

However, I am learning to cope 

with my new situation. So, if you 

find yourself stealing towels from 

the Hyatt, having wet dreams over 

food, or not being able to look at 

anything attractive without 

thinking of how it would look on 

your desk, do not fear. Many of us 

are experiencing the same 

emotions, and are singing the 

financial blues. 

,Money, mo' money ־ I ain’t with 

being broke. Got to get my hands 

on some.1 

-I Ain't With Being Broke, 

THE GETO BOYS

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Local News 

Zen and the Art of Illegal Communication 

Or: How to Keep in Touch W ith Your Loved Ones 

33 

Robert Eden Astroff 

Judah Jonathan Gould 

"These are the days of miracle and 

wonder. This 18 the long distance 

call." 

-Boy In the Bubble 

Paul Simon, GRACELAND 

Being away from home for eleven 

months posed a significant dilem ma 

for the Overseas Student who 

desperately wanted to keep in 

touch with friends and family back 

home. Yet, such urges often 

resulted In Ingenious and often 

criminal means of circumventing 

this hardship. To quote Bob Dylan, 

from the classic track *Tweeter and 

the Monkey Man," (Travelling 

W ilbury's, Volume One): "In 

Jersey [Israel] everything is legal 

as long as you don’t get caught." 

An anonymous One Year Program 

student - let’s call him Wayne 

Zwaldman - took this challenge to 

heart. The following is his 

pathetic, but successful, attempt to 

beat the Israeli system. When the 

black clouds of the strike ominously 

approached our lofty institution for 

higher learning - The Rothberg 

School for Overseas Students - most 

pupils were concerned with the 

transferability of credits and their 

admissions to graduate schools. To 

Wayne, however, this was the 

furthest thing from his mind. He 

was obsessed with far more 

pressing issues, such as 

accessibility to electronic mail, In 

order to keep tabs on his lonely 

and virile girlfriend back home in 

North York. 

One fateful night, Wayne decided 

that it was time for action. But 

since his girlfriend was ten 

thousand miles away, his "action" 

had to be re-directed - to gaining 

access to the closed-by-strike e-mail 

communications center. By any 

means necessary. In light of the 

current political situation, the 

security on the campus was 

Increased threefold: now there were 

THREE dour Russian night 

watchmen who were prepared for 

any breach in security. 

These highly trained, and levelheaded 

- yet, overwhelmingly 

underpaid - guards, however, 

proved no obstacle to Wayne and 

his deviant behavior. 

An anonymous, but well-placed 

source, tells us that Mr. Zwaldman 

was seen scaling a 15-foot 

Jerusalem Stone wall on the main 

campus. Moving like a ninja on 

amphetamines, he was also dressed 

in basic black. Wayne, who had 

previously seen far too many 

Steven Segal movies (not to 

mention "Jaws" flicks), was off Into 

the night, e-maillng to his heart's 

content. Although he Is currently 

out of the country, Wayne has been 

charged in absentia by the Israeli 

Defence Forces for breaking and 

entering into a government facility. 

If extradited back to Israel, Wayne 

faces ten years of hard labor in the 

"textile" factory at Dimona. 

Yet this was not an isolated 

criminal act; felonies occurred over 

the phone lines, as well. Another 

unnamed Overseas Student - we’ll 

go by Karen Sephardl - came up 

with a "brilliant and foolproof idea. 

She found the only two phones in 

Israel that accepted payment by 

credit card, out by the Soweto 

Reggae Pub in Tel Aviv. Karen, In 

dire need to contact numerous 

"loved ones" back at home, 

concocted a deceitful scheme; why 

pay for a long distance telephone 

call when you can cheat Bezeq (the 

Israeli phone monopoly). A very 

reliable source close to the 

defendant heard her comment: 

"Hey! Instead of using a credit 

card, why don't 1 use my father's 

bank card in Worth America. It’s 

Impossible to trace electronically!" 

Unfortunately, after several 

months of ignorance and bliss, 

Karen received a filming call from 

her father (who DIRECTLY dialed 

from his residence) assuming his 

bank card had been stolen off her. 

Our attornies have obtained secret 

bank drafts which angrily state 

that Mr. Sephardi is in debt by 

eight hundred dollars. His 

offspring, besides being grounded 

for life, owes Daddy-0 eight o-notes. 

To pay for her foolishness, upon her 

return from Israel Karen will have 

to sweep the floors at her local 

bank all summer. 

There are many other heinous 

transgressions among overseas 

students. Tet they are not the only 

criminally-minded. Another sinner 

is the ex-convict who worked in the 

old fax office - a distant relative to 

the Frank Sinatra cashier, to be 

sure. As an Overseas Student 

entered, seeking to retrieve his/her 

month-old fax, the worker's 

pleasant demeanor suddenly 

changed to the vindictive 

personality of an ISSTA travel 

agent. The ,fax woman,' as she 

was snldely called, took obscene 

pleasure in closing the fax office 15 

minutes prior to its actual closing 

time, as well as charging nineteen 

American dollars for each faxed 

page (plus the cover page). 

Moreover, she permitted any 

student to peruse through all the 

private and personal faxes of other 

forlorn recipients. 

These situations were just a 

microcosm of the iniquities that 

persisted among the student body 

of the Overseas Program. Yet, it 

must be mentioned that the evils of 

Wayne, Karen and the "fax woman" 

pale in comparison to the scam 

perpetrated by the administration 

Itself. In December, the Rothberg 

School organized a "visitation tour" 

for the parents of Overseas 

Students. The price was 

outrageously exorbitant, forcing 

many parents to take out a second 

mortgage on their house, or 

withdraw their children from 

university and sell them to slavery. 

How much longer will these profane 

crimes occur? This is a question 

that a child might ask, but not a 

childish question. 

[This has been a Crime Stoppers 

report].

Holidays 

Thanksgiving in 

Jerusalem 

Rachael Smith 

The classes continue 

The buses run 

The shops are open 

No one knows It’s a holiday. 

Tu-Bishvar

ו 

ם 

רז 

ע 

y 

מ 

א 

ו 

ת

Holidays

Stacie Sulak 

Vacations 

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I 

Ulpan’s over and we have three 

weeks off. What should we do? 

Turkey, Greece. . . . Where should 

we go for winter break? Kenya, 

Eastern Europe, home. . . . 

Pesach? Egypt, Jordan. . . . 

Shavuot? Summer? The time is 

ripe, the destinations accessible - 

Let's Go! 

The plane leaves at six a.m. and 

we have to get to the airport by 

three a.m.!l Where’s my ticket? I 

have sixty francs to get rid of; I'll 

have twenty Snickers bars and two 

magazines please. Two words: Duty 

Free. Three days on this ferry: no 

showers, no food, and I can't see 

travelling with these people for the 

next three weeks. No, you look to 

the right before crossing the street 

(as the giant Mack truck screeches 

to a haltlll) Four thousand drachmas 

divided by...what's the exchange 

rate? Man, it’s only $300 

to fly to Europe, an opportunity I 

simply can’t pass up. Okay, should 

I eat at McDonald's and skimp on 

real food, or forget the hostel and 

bag it in the park? 

Extended breaks in the academic 

year made it possible to plan a 

year-long itinerary to travel the 

world. After eight strenuous weeks 

of intensive Ulpan, many students 

journeyed to Greece and Turkey to 

prolong their summer tans. The 

picturesque Greek villages and 

beaches, the Acropolis, Dolmabahce 

Palace in Istanbul and the threeday 

ferry ride were some of the 

most memorable experiences. 

Travel through Europe attracted 

students during each vacation period. 

By winter break and Pesach 

vacations, parents yearned to see 

their little sweethearts. If a family 

trip to Israel wasn’t feasible, many 

students were forced to make the 

dreaded trip home. Others were 

fortunate enough to escape their 

parents and see such exotic places 

as Europe and Africa. Kenya was 

a popular choice for warm weather 

and thrills. Students remarked 

that the culture and people were 

incredible to observe, along with 

the animals spotted on some daylong 

safaris. 

Finally, a weekend excursion to 

Jordan, Egypt, and the Sinai 

offered convenience and a peek of 

the Middle East outside of Israel. 

Worries about safety deterred 

many, but the more daring enjoyed 

experiences that Trill give them 

great memories and photo albums. 

Next stop on the world tour: 

home.

Malina Saval 

My parents and I fought about 

packing for a week. On the floor of 

my room lay three huge black bodysize 

bags. Beside them lay heaping 

piles of socks and underwear, t- 

shirts and shorts, jeans and sweat 

ers, skirts and dresses. Broken up 

pairs of sneakers, sandles and hiking 

boots were scattered around. A 

box of newly bought books from 

Barnes and Noble, a tennis racket, 

an old-fashioned flannel sleeping 

bag Impractical for backpack travailing 

, a crate spilling over with 

toiletries - all waiting to be somehow 

stuffed into the El-Al two freeof-charge 

suitcases, each having a 

weight of no more than seventy 

pounds. 

Originally, I made due with this 

weight restriction. I’d packed all of 

my clothes, shoes, and miscellaneous 

items into two regular armysize 

duffle bags. But then I realized 

that I had forgotten to pack 

pajamas to sleep in, a bathrobe, 

music tapes and a Walkman, a 

winter coat, a spring Jacket, prescription 

drugs, contact lens solutlon, 

beach towels, batteries, and a 

flashlight - important items! My 

mother thought that I was being rldiculous. 

If I took half as many 

clothes, I’d have twice as much 

room in my luggage to pack everything 

else. But I was going away 

for a year and at that time It 

seemed like I had to take absolutely 

everything in my house with me. 

*You don't need four tubes of toothpaste, 

my mom said. *You can buy 

it there, can’t you?* But for some 

strange reason, it didn’t occur to 

me that people in Israel brush their 

teeth, and if they did, it certainly 

wasn't with mint-flavored tartercontrol 

Crest. One night, a few 

days before I left, my dad snuck 

into my room as I lay sleeping, 

unpacked my luggage, taking out 

half of my clothes, and repacked it. 

You could see the effort he’d taken 

to conceal his deed - he'd put the 

extra clothes into my brother’s 

room upstairs, not back into my 

dresser drawers where he knew I’d 

find them. He did not know that I 

often raid little Danny's wardrobe 

in search of sweatshirts and sweatpants. 

That next morning, I diecovered 

my father’s devious act. I 

repacked my clothes, taking no 

pains to leave a single sock out. At 

this time my parents conceded that 

they would have to pay the surplus 

baggage fee. 

But then, I would still have to 

change planes once I'd arrived in 

New York from Boston. How was I 

to lug all of my bags from the TWA 

domestic terminal to the El-Al Terminal, 

located light years from 

each other in the JFK International 

Airport? The day of my departure, 

my mother ended up hopping on 

the flight with me to New York. In 

the end, it cost my parents an 

extra $329 just to get me on the 

plane. 

And now it’s time to start packing 

again and this time I have even 

more stuff. From my Greece and 

Turkey souvenirs to the four pairs 

of shoes I've bought - Naot Clogs, 

Nimrod sandles, black leather boots, 

suede loafers, and enough Jerusalem 

candles to set the plane on Are 

- 1 figure that I should be able to 

pack everything into four bags, not 

exceeding the El-Al trans-atlantic 

weight limit by more than five hundred 

pounds. 

But wait, this isn’t merely a superficial 

account of clothes and 

airplane transport. Having spent 

the past ten and a half months in 

Israel, I have - much to my own 

surprise - developed a strong sense 

of someday wanting to live here. 

Not to give this article a Zionist 

slant; still, I must say this: I love 

this country and I am heart-broken 

to have to leave it. Thus, before I 

leave Eretz Ylsrael, Boston bound 

on an El-Al 747,1 plan on leaving a 

part of me behind in the land of 

milk and honey: namely, books and 

jeans, t-shirts and sweaters, and an 

old pairs of shoes, which I will 

proudly donate to charity organizatlons 

throughout Jerusalem. And 

the next time I come to Israel, even 

if it's for life, I plan on packing a 

lot lighter.

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42 

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G reece and Turkey 

/ 

Rachael Smith 

We did Greece and Turkey 

we took that Tiyul, 

Tel Aviv in Istanbul 

and our school in Greece. 

The Goldsmith ferry 

Took us all to Rhodes 

or Turkey, 

no matter. 

For we all met up 

half way from here 

and miles to there. 

We stayed in $2 hostels 

or camped out with Israelis 

eating too much spaghetti 

fearing apple tea. 

We’d meet up with each other 

over Turkish Delight 

and ask where you've beenwhere 

we should go. 

Our list of Islands 

getting shorter and shorter 

as the ferry schedule 

proved as reliable as Egged 

and our travelers checks too 

rapidly got consumed. 

The emergency credit card 

proved useful 

with those sweaters in Mykenos 

while our pocket change 

did wonders 

for 2 for 1 in 108, 

(not that any of us really 

remember). 

We met at the McDonald's in 

Istanbul 

the Pizza Hut in Bursa, the 

Wendy's in Athensand 

complained that we'd 

never get such good food 

back in Israel.

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43 

Tiyulim 

Rachael Smith 

We took that Tiyul 

not together 

but close, 

for we bought the same shirts 

and took the same pictures 

of the black beach of Santorini 

or the white cliffs of Pamukkale. 

We picked off the olives 

of the same Greek salads 

that Let's Go recommended 

in the island we can't pronounce. 

And we all did the mopeds 

can show our scars 

when we list the islands 

and show the photos 

laugh and joke 

about the Greece and Turkey trip.

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45 

Dahab 

Rachael Smith 

Dahab was a giant Dead show. 

Music piped In every minute of the 

day from the cushions by the water 

to the carpet shops a few blocks 

away. We laid back in the warming 

81m on those cushions smoking 

apple flavored tobacco from those 

gigantic water pipes until the sun 

went down. It was a giant 

"everything for a dollar" shop where 

everything goes and everything’s 

consumed. Inertia could have kept 

us there forever were it not for the 

urgency of a 10 o’clock bus. We 

left with a few brightly-colored 

rugs, a passport stamp, and a few 

less brain cells to show for our 

first trip to Africa. 

Relaxation 

Sari Uretsky 

On the wall 

the geese are grazing 

David stares at 

smoke streams 

Naomi calls 

without a voice 

Rachael giggles 

in the corner 

and I can’t move. 

David throws me another 

Naomi Is worried about 

a filter 

Rachael needs an 

esh and a thing-a-ma-bobber 

and I can’t move.

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47

עירית ירושלים 

אגף הנוער וחברה 

היחידה להעשרה והשכלה 

ויצ״ו 

הסתדרות נשים 

המחלקה לנוער 

ציונית 

האוניברסיטה העברית 

המחלקה למעורבות חברתית 

אולפן אנגלית בית שמש 

- 

עירית ירושלים 

ארגון 

מתנדבים 

בירושלים 

יד לקשישמתנדבי יעקב מימון 

אגודה להפעלת מתנדבים 

בית הספר פיסגת זאב 

פיסגת זאב,‏ ירושלים 

th a n h y o u jp r th e h e lp , a n d c o o p e r a tio n w e 

r e c e iv e d ! p o m th e S tu d e n t V o lu n te e r P r o y r a m . 

* 1 h e tim e y o u s h a r e d w ith u i w i l t h e r e m e m b e r e d 

to r e v e r . V J e a p p r e c ia te y o u r e n th u iia im , 

d e d ic a tio n a n d p e r A e r u e r a n c e . 

l/U e h o p e t h a t y o u 

e n jo y e d th e tim e w ith u i,r a n d i t h e lp e d y o u to 

t e t t e r a c x d im a te in to O iO a e ti S o c ie ty .

Time & Leisure ^ 49 

One Year Program 

Makes A Difference 

Galeet Dardashtl 

Karen Hayeems 

Before coming to Israel for the 

year, we made a pact with 

ourselves to try and experience as 

much as possible during our stay. 

We were given an opportunity to do 

just that by volunteering. 

Numerous organizations, each with 

their own projects were brought to 

our disposal. Two separate accounts 

of each of our personal experiences 

follow. 

When my partner and I began 

volunteering with our Ethiopian 

family, we were a little nervous. 

The family was very shy in the 

beginning, and we didn’t know 

exactly how to interact with them. 

They were always extremely 

hospitable and we had a lot of fun 

with the children at each visit, but 

in the first few months, we 

sometimes felt frustrated with our 

Inability to communicate with one 

another. As time went by, our 

differences seemed less and less 

important as the family began to 

trust us and open up to us. I've 

learned a great deal about my 

Ethiopian family after the time 

we’ve spent together. 

I think that the volunteers serve 

as an encouragement and support 

for the Ethiopian immigrants who 

still have not been completely 

assimilated into Israeli life and 

don’t know what to expect. It has 

been an experience from which we 

have all benefitted and eqjoyed as 

we became very comfortable with 

one another 

would go and speak with her or 

take her to do some food shopping, 

but most of my time with her was 

spent listening. I learned of her 

difficult past and of the obstacles 

she overcame. She also made me 

realize how important it would be 

to fulfill the mitzvah of Bikur 

Holim and to take care of my 

parents in their old age. One 

should never forget the sacrifices 

they have made in raising their 

children and we should look 

forward to being able to return 

their kindness and care when the 

need should arise. 

Those few hours spent with her 

on a weekly basis throughout the 

year gave me the chance to "break" 

from my daily routine of studies 

and having fun with friends. I met 

a truly kind person and gained a 

better understanding of Israeli life. 

Yad Sarah is an organization 

which supplies medical equipment 

to those in need, as well as 

providing services in the 

community such as home visits 

with the elderly. 

Through this organization I was 

set up with an elderly woman who 

unfortunately was unable to leave 

her home alone. Other than my 

weekly visits, she rarely heard 

knocks on her door, or the ring of 

the telephone from her children. I

5 0 I I lliite 8 1 Leisure .. . 

Food,Family, 

Friends, and Fun 

A Weekly Update On The 

Coming Of The Moshiach 

Sharon Zolondek 

Curiosity, the lure of free food, 

I'chiams, and sincere interest in 

learning about the traditions of 

Shabbat found many OYP students 

sitting around dinner tables with 

Jerusalem families. 

These dinners provided students 

with experiences unique to Israel, 

for secular students were exposed 

to different forms of Judaism in a 

special Shabbat setting. Many saw 

it as a chance to broaden their 

horizons and be introduced to 

others’ ways of observing Shabbat. 

These dinners meant something 

different to each of them. Some felt 

that these dinners helped rekindled 

their Judaism. Others believed 

that going to Friday night Shabbat 

dinners in Jerusalem gave them a 

new-found Jewish identity - and the 

food was just like mom’sl Others 

felt that it was nice to share a 

home cooked meal with a family 

rather than spend Friday night 

sitting home alone in their room 

eating pita and humus. 

Whatever the reasons might be for 

attending Shabbat dinners, students 

acquired a rich knowledge of 

the traditions of the orthodox community. 

I'chiam ! 

Religious Activities 

Anonymous Contributor 

During the course of the !rear, the 

Office of Student Activities coordinated 

a wide variety of religious 

programs designed to meet the 

needs of all overseas students. The 

activities were run in coqjunctlon 

with the Hecht Synagogue, Beit 

Hillel, and other bodies associated 

with the university. 

Throughout the !rear, on- and offcampus 

Shabbat programs were 

sponsored by the Reform, Conservative, 

and Orthodox movements. 

Each of these movements held 

weekly informal advising sessions, 

lending a sympathetic ear to students 

who wished to discuss any 

topic related to Judaism. The Student 

Christian Forum conducted 

lectures and offered informal counselling 

sessions, trips and holiday 

meals for Christian students. The 

Hecht Synagogue, the focal point for 

religious activities on campus, organlzed 

the voluntary and informal 

Beit M idrash Study Program. 

Students studied with a tutor or in 

a small group, as they acquired, 

questioned, and developed their 

personal Jewish beliefs. The S.A.A. 

(Student A liy ah Absorption) Program 

matched overseas students 

with Israeli student counterparts 

for studying in tutorials; they also 

joined together in social activities 

such as trips and holiday 

celebrations. 

Many students spent Inspiring 

Shabbatot and holidays with famllies 

in and around Jerusalem. 

Dally prayer services, special lectures, 

panel discussions, visits to a 

m ikveh and a Torah scribe, 

tiyulim , a model seder, were some 

of the many programs which rounded 

out the full schedule of religious 

activities organized for the 

students in the One Year Program.

Time & Leisure' : 

In term arriage: A S tu d e n t7s R e sp o n se 

Zack Bodner, a second semester 

student from Yale, was the first 

prize winner of the Norman Primer 

Memorial Essay Contest. 

The competition was organized by 

D o r Le D o r in conjunction with 

the Office of Student Activities, 

Rothberg School for Overseas 

Students and the One Year 

Program Yearbook Editorial Staff. 

The contest participants were 

asked to address the topic: *Why 

Not Intermarry?" Specifically they 

were requested to respond to an 

editorial in a Jewish student 

newspaper where fellow Jewish 

student, *Stacey L.,' had written 

that she saw no problem with 

marriages between Jews and non- 

Jews. *The intermarriage problem 

shouldn't be an issue,' she claimed. 

*We should be able to marry a 

person of any race, creed or 

religion without being scrutinized.' 

The essay contest generated a lot 

of discussion on the Issues of 

Jewish Identity and continuity. We 

are grateful to Zack and the other 

twenty-three participants for 

sharing their thoughts on this 

crucial subject. 

Charles Lebow 

Dor Le Dor 

Here is Zack's winning essay... 

The Chinese Panda Bear. 

Beautiful. Graceful. Powerful. 

Nearly extinct...They’re just one 

species within a huge family of 

bears. Bears are all bears, 80 why 

do we spend so much time, energy, 

and money trying to save the 

endangered panda? Because the 

panda is special. The panda is 

real. 

The question of intermarriage is 

one that’s plagued me since 

puberty. I've gone through many 

difficult identity searches trying to 

find peace with myself, simply on 

the basis of this question. I 

couldn’t handle my own hypocrisyon 

the one hand, preaching 

vehemently in favor of change, 

progression, and the need to live in 

harmony with people of other 

religions and races. I’m not an 

advocate of the "separate but 

equal* principle that is too 

dominant in our society today; but 

at the same time I knew I would 

never allow myself to marry a non- 

Jewish woman. Am I racist? Am 

I prejudiced? I couldn't be- my premature 

marital decisions weren’t 

based on hate; they weren’t even 

based on love. So was I accepting 

m a rria g e sim ply out of 

convenience? Never! So what was 

I doing then? Limiting who I could 

and couldn't fall in love with? No 

way- I've dated and loved non-Jews 

just as well as Jews. I think I just 

finally realized, "Hey, I'm not going 

to get married until I know it’s 

perfect*, and there’s a feeling inside 

me when every single thing is just 

right. And without that one bond, 

which is more ambiguous than the 

words *I do,' but more solid than 

the proof on your finger, the 

marriage for me wouldn’t be 

perfect. 

Personally, I would tell you to 

follow your heart- wherever it leads 

you. But if you are asking me how 

I feel, I would tell you the following: 

For me, there's a bond between 

Jews that I cannot describe in 

words. It’s that feeling of freedom 

I had when I used to go to Jewish 

summer camp as a kid. It's that 

Invisible weight that seems to be 

lifted when I discover a new friend 

is Jewish. It’s that closeness that 

reverberates within a group of 

Jews just casually hanging out, 

that cannot be duplicated when I 

return to my secular world. It’s 

that comforting knowledge that I 

wouldn’t have to explain this 

confession to my Jewish friends the 

same as I would to my non-Jewish 

friends. It’s that feeling of 

complete comfort, understanding, 

and happiness that words cannot 

begin to describe. It’s the voicing 

of familiar doubts and questions 

surrounding your identity. 

Questions about raising children, 

preserving bonds of Judaism, and 

basic cultural diversity. These are 

Ideological conflicts you have to 

settle for yourself, but I know that 

I would not be the person I am 

today if I had been raised with the 

choice of my religion. Judaism, for 

me, is beyond choosing a holiday 

for which I can receive gifts. It Is 

more than an educated arrival at a 

religion with which my beliefs most 

closely coincide. It’s more than a 

working knowledge of the stories, 

legends, prayers, and history of one 

religion versus another. It’s an 

identity with Its heritage, its 

people, and Its aura that cannot be 

gained from reading books. To be 

raised Jewish, especially In 

America, is not the same as being 

raised as a five year old child that 

has to make a decision between a 

Christmas tree and a Chanukah 

Menorah- when the rest of his 

friends all have Christmas trees, 

which do you think he’ll choose? 

Besides, the ,Cultural Diversity* 

that you long for and strive to 

protect is just a result of the 

many, many different cultures that 

do exist, all coming together to 

teach one another about their 

beauty. By raising a child without 

a culture, you threaten that basic 

principle. We Trill no longer have 

*Cultural Diversity* if you take 

away the separate cultures and 

mush them all together. Diversity 

Is beauty. Sameness is bland. And 

while the differences might make 

you rough around the edges, if you 

take them away, your *brave new 

world* will be boring and 

monotonous. 

This isn’t a plea for you to keep 

the Jewish faith alive. It will live 

on- this isn't a testimony as to 

what Intermarriage will bring, and 

it Isn't an attempt to judge you by 

your decision. It's merely a 

compilation of the answers that 

I’ve come to, and a declaration that 

I finally feel good with my personal 

paradox. These beliefs are part of 

my religion, they do enhance me as 

a person, but they also help to 

identify me among a family and a 

heritage that's as old as time.

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The H appiness BIues 

O ne O Y P er' s View on IsraeI 

Mieah Libln and D. Brownian 

Let me tell you about my problem 

I can't sing the blues cause I 

don’t got 'em 

I started to write 

Had nothing to say 

Because everything 

Seems to go my way 

I always win, man I never lose 

And that’s why I've got the 

Happiness Blues. 

I woke up one day and nothing 

was right 

The toothpaste tube was empty 

and I was losing a fight 

Couldn’t take it any longer 

I started to scream 

But I just woke up laughing 

It was all a bad dream 



Happiness Blues 

If you don't like smiles then stay 

away 

Because I'm gonna brighten up 

your whole day 

I never lose 

I always win 

And I am going to 

Rub it in 


And that’s why I’ve got the 


They say ,Why are you 80 lucky. 

what do I lack?' 

G-d owes me a favor and Insists 

on paying me back 

To cite an example this is my 

worst day 

People knelt as I was walking and 

they started to pray 

They got right down and they 

kissed my shoes 

And that's why I've got the 


I'm a happiness junky, a good 

times freak 

I don’t need sustenance, I don't 

have to eat 

I don't need food 

Bread or butter or beans 

My staple is euphoria 

Tou know what I mean 




That’s why I’ve got the Happiness 

Blues 

Oh Yeah! 

If you’ve got troubles bring ’em 

near 

If you've got problems I'd like to 

hear 

If you've got sorrow bring it on 

Because I wanted to write a sad 

sad song 

I started to write but I had to 

stop 

I guess I got a blues mental block 

I fell in love with a beautiful girl 

She was the prettiest thing in the 

whole wide world 

I asked her out, she said no 

She said, ,There’s just one place 

that I have to go* 

She said, ,I never go anywhere 

without my twin" 

What did I tell you, I always win

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Jennie Levy 

When I decided to go on the 

March of the Living, I thought that 

it was to educate myself about the 

Holocaust: to understand the what, 

the how, and the why. Last year 

at school, a friend told me that he 

thinks that the Jews use the Holocaust 

as a crutch. I didn’t know 

how to respeond. What he said 

upset me and I told him 80, but I 

couldn’t explain why in an lntelligent 

way. So a year later I end up 

in Poland learning a tremendous 

amount of information yet I developed 

more questions than answers! 

The experience of The March 

seems to mean something different 

to everyone. Personally, a lot of 

what I learned in Poland was about 

myself - who I am as a person, my 

goals, and what my Judaism means 

to me. My feelings about what happened 

In Poland changed at times 

from indifference to anger and from 

sick and disgusted to sad. I wasn’t 

always depressed, but there were a 

few times that it hit me hard. For 

example, the hair In Auschwitz and 

the shoes in Majdanek. Since we’ve 

been back in Israel, I feel like I 

have a lot to share. There are also 

feelings which I don’t know how to 

explain. How do you express what 

it was like to stand In a place 

where 800,000 h um an beings were 

taken Just to be murdered? I think 

that going to Poland meant more to 

me than I can even realize at the 

moment. In September, I will see 

my friend whose words in a small 

way prompted me to make this 

journey. I'm still not sure exactly 

how I would respond to his statement, 

but I know that I no longer 

lack information and now have my 

own personal experience to draw 

from.

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A Long Walk 


We put on our ten layers 

Blue jackets on top 

White stars on the backs blaring 

We are young Jews, look and stop. 

We stood ten across 

Arms locked together 

Behind the blowing Israeli flags 

We were elated, fight as a feather. 

Then the announcement came 

We stood silent, straight, and tall 

Yacov played his violin 

All barriers began to fall. 

We started toward the gate 

To leave the colleglate-looking first 

Hell 

"Freedom Through Work" behind us 

We marched out of that cell. 

Some bowed their heads in mourning 

But all walked full of pride 

Poles looked from their windows 

These six thousand Jews were not 

going to hide. 

Our closed mouths at this moment 

Yet opened eyes to the horrors that 

were 

Let the world know we are here 

We looked like one gigantic blue blur. 

The deafening sound from our 

footsteps 

Screamed this atrocity will not 

reoccur 

As we climbed the hill over the 

hundreds of tracks 

Realization set in, and we began to 

shudder. 

We got closer to the second Hell 

That infinite number of tracks 

converged to a single deadly one 

Our steps became more erratic 

As we marched along side it, now 

almost to the beat of a drum. 

The famous brick watchtower 

Loomed overhead 

We went through the second gate 

And mourned for the six million 

dead. 

That single track 

Stretching on forever 

Eventually it came to an end 

At the destroyed crematoria, where 

we gathered together. 

The flag bearers stood 

On the former death machines with 

pride 

The blue stars waving in the wind 

Hitler, Hhnmler, and Eichman rolled 

over in their graves and cried. 

The sound of train whistles in the 

distance 

The barking dogs from next door 

All created the eerie atmosphere 

We could not at all ignore. 

At the service's close 

Yiskor, A n i MaA m in, and 

H atikvah were sung 

Not one of the six thousand could 

move 

A stillness in the air, just kept us 

there and hung. 

We planted our grave markers 

Each where he felt right 

To commemorate our family and 

friends lost 

They were everywhere, not an empty 

sight. 

Then we walked out 

A few at a time 

Some on that track 

But in no certain line. 

The testimony we saw 

Of the horrors that were 

Will remain in our hearts and minds 

To teach our children what did 

occur.

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OTP K icks Tuches... 

Dan Feldman 

Who said Jews can’t play ball? 

Many students participated in 

various baseball, basketball, 

football, and soccer events. Some 

volunteers also coached kids from 

ages six to fifteen in Little League 

Baseball for a season that lasted 

over three months. 

In December, the OSA Sports 

Committee sponsored the three-onthree 

New Year's Basketball 

Tournament. In the Spring, over 

seventy students participated in 

the Diaspora Basketball League 

that was held bi-weekly and ended 

with a fantastic tournament in 

June. Likewise, the Spring Soccer 

League matched up players from 

England, Australia, The United 

States, Argentina, Canada, Chile, 

Brazil, Uruguay, and Holland. It 

consisted of ten male and four 

female teams. The soccer league 

also concluded in June with an 

exciting and emotional tournament. 

Nearly two hundred students 

were involved in the fun and 

competition of OYP sports. *No 

time for losers, we are the 

champions of the Holy City.'

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Madrichim 

65 

Dear Students, 

During the last month, I've been 

thinking, *what am I going to write 

in the yearbook?" What do I want 

you to remember before leaving 

Israel? Before my eyes, I see all of 

the wonderful experiences we had 

together. I think about the great 

impression you have made here 

with whole-hearted participation 

and cooperation in all of the OSA 

activities. Also, I think about the 

next step. 

I must admit that I have very 

high expectations for you. You are 

going back to your homes, to your 

campuses, to your communities, 

and I assume that you will have a 

lot of things to do: not only finishing 

your academic studies but also 

making your own Individual plans 

for the future. However, sooner or 

later, the memories will surface 

and you will start missing Israel. 

It could happen the very first day 

that you arrive at your home or 

after weeks, months, or even years 

later. Then, all of the experiences 

you had in Israel, your studies, 

your stay In Jerusalem, your 

tiyulim , and your adventures will 

stand at your side when you wish 

to support Israel. Not only by 

showing your sympathy to Israel 

and its society, but also by encouraging 

other students to come to 

Israel as you did, to study with us, 

and to have the same special "one 

year’ experience. For us, you are 

ambassadors (shelihim). 

I personally would be very happy 

to see you have visits in Israel 

when you finish your obligations 

back home. You are welcome as 

visitors and also as Olim 

Chadashim. 

Lehitraot, kan be'eretz Yisrael. 

Hofy Itshak Hafuta 

Director of OSA 

Dear Students, 

The year is almost over. Looking 

back, I remember those summer 

days when you all arrived in Israel 

(and those winter days for some of 

you). Since then we have been 

trying to make this year your best 

year ever. Through varied 

activities, I hope this period of time 

in Israel leves you with wonderful 

memories and many happy 

thoughts. You were fortunate in 

that your visit to Israel occurred 

at a most special time; during this 

very historical peace process. You 

had the opportunity to experience 

the delicate yet unique life that 

takes place in Israel. 

As coordinator, together with the 

dedicated and dependable 

Madrichim, I tried to show you the 

wonders of this country In the 

short time we had together: the 

beautiful landscapes, the Israeli 

way of life, and life as a student. 

I hope that when you leave Israel, 

you will take with you the many 

wonderful memories of all that you 

have experienced during this past 

year. And now, when it is time to 

say goodbye and go our separate 

ways, all that is left to say is that 

I wish you all the best of luck and 

look forward to seeing you in Israel 

once again. 

Shlomit 

Dear Friends, 

I made Naomi promise that If I 

wrote something all of you guys 

would only read It during my Office 

Hours, Sun-Thurs, 1:00-3:00 p.m.!ll 

The year has flown by and I can’t 

believe I am faced with making the 

same decision all over again...to 

stay another year (lifetime) or go 

back to the States. This was a 

very exciting year to be in Israel 

with the peace process underway 

and all of the political activity. 

These next few years are going to 

be historical. I am so happy that I 

was here for the beginning (and 

hopefully the middle and end tool). 

The experience of working at OSA 

was "priceless." Looking back on all 

of the hassles, problems, and 

shticks, I truly enjoyed my time 

with all of you. I hope that you got 

as much out of the programs as I 

didl By the mere fact that you 

decided to spend your year In 

Israel, rather than in Europe like 

the majority of your friends, you 

have had a much different and 

more meaningful experience. When 

I was last in the States, I was 

amazed at how many people asked 

for my opinion as the "local Middle 

East expert" since I had just 

returned from a year in Israel. I 

hope that you take what you have 

learned back with you to teach 

your friends and family. 

Live the rest of your time in this 

country to the fullest. Don't hold 

back (as if you have been)! It has 

been truly wonderful spending time 

on seminars and traveling with you 

this year. To those Hiking Club 

members that are still awaiting the 

arrival of the m oshiach, 

eventually it will come and we will 

be reunited in Eilat on Har 

Shlomo (the ascent Trill be much 

easier the second time around)! 11 

Take caret 

Love, 

Deb 


1 Westcliff Drive 

Dix Hills, NY 11746 

516-271-6430

66 

Madrichim 

/ 

To My Students! 

I decided to use a different 

medium, since my videos never 

worked! 

When you first arrived, you were 

so confused and lonely. I 

understand how you felt because I 

was once In your shoes spending a 

year In the States. 

Watching you grow and change 

over this year confirmed my 

expectations of being your 

Madricha. The One Year Program 

gave you a little taste of Israel, and 

I hope that you will spend more 

significant time here! 

Good luck next year and whenever 

you’re in Israel again- you’d better 

call mel 

Sharon 

To the Student Committee! 

Through all of the hassles and 

problems of this year, I really 

enjoyed working with all of you. 

Your enthusiasm and dedication 

really made the Student Committee 

something special; the parties, the 

newspaper, the sports events and 

this yearbook are all products of 

your success. 

Good luck next year and I hope to 

see you all in Israel againl 

Sharon Steinbaum 

Shlomit 31 

Shlomi, 22832 

Tel: 04- 809138 

Dear Friends, 

Any attempt to express my 

feelings or to summarize this past 

year In a few sentences will not be 

good enough, 80 I’m not even going 

to try. For those of you who think 

about staying here - you are headed 

for some difficult times and you are 

going to need all of the help that 

you can get. And for those of you 

who are going back to the States 

and might come here one day for a 

visit with U.J.A. or Hadassa and 

want to keep an authentic 

primitive Israeli native as a friend, 

here is my address: 

Ronen Leibovich 

Hadror St. 23 

Ashquelon ?8380 

Israel 

Tel: 07-733784 

For the Student Committee Gang 

(Dan K, Dan F., Judah G., Naomi 

Z., Arjan J., Micah L ), 

It was a pleasure working with 

you. I think that you did some 

great things during this year and I 

know that you have worked hard 

(at least some of you - for some of 

the time). I'm sure that your 

voters appreciate it. I hope that 

America, Canada, and India (as 

well as Israel) will benefit from 

your professional and fruitful 

experience as high officials. 

Love you all, 

Ronen 

Once upon a time, In a far away 

country, there lived a Rabbi. A 

very clever Rabbi. You might say 

that every Rabbi is clever, but this 

Rabbi possessed a unique power, 

special to him that no one else had, 

no one else had ever heard of - he 

was able to see objects through 

matter. 

Most people made good use of the 

Rabbi’s special talent. Some didn’t. 

One of those was a man who 

decided to outsmart the Rabbi. He 

decided to approach the Rabbi with 

a butterfly held In his hands. 

When the Rabbi would say that it’s 

a butterfly he would smile but 

continue to ask. Tell me Rabbi, 18 

it dead or alive?'. If the answer 

would be *dead', the man would 

then let the butterfly go. If the 

answer would be *alive', he would 

squash the butterfly. 

As the man expected, the Rabbi 

answered his question without 

hesitation - you are holding a 

butterfly. Tell me Rabbi, is It dead 

or alive?' The Rabbi put his hands 

on the man’s fist and looked deep 

into his eyes. Well my son, the 

answer to that Is In your hands... 

You are now standing at the end 

of a period of time spent In Israel, 

the land of the Jewish people. 

During this time you had the 

opportunity to see it's people and 

sites, hear the variety of opinions 

expressed In and about it and feel 

it's very existence. I hope that you 

will be able to take all of this with 

you and make good use of all you 

have experienced because like the 

Rabbi said, it's in your hands. 

Lehitraot, 

Idit

Madrichim 

67 

(Curtain Rises) 

(The Madrich's Speech Is to be read 

In front of hundreds of confused 

and helpless students) 

Shalom Students, 

I love you very much (Kisses to 

the audience) 

I will miss you all a lot (Crying) 

May the rest of your years be as 

easy as the past one 

You don't have to make Allyah all 

at once 

This was the greatest year of my 

life... 

(Curtain Goes Dow n) 

Fortunately this is all true! I wish 

you the best of luck. I really en- 

Joyed my year with all of you. The 

trips and seminars were a lot of 

fun. I tried to assist you with a 

range of experiences through lectures, 

trips, parties, and openhouses. 

I know that you will remember 

this year forever and I hope that 

you take what you have learned 

back to your home countries, wherever 

they might be, so that your 

friends can gain from your experlences. 

Your experience was special 

because of the many changes that 

occurred In the Middle East during 

your stay. I hope that the Peace 

Process will be as successful as we 

all wish it to be. I also hope that 

the next time you come to Israel, 

your parents will be slightly less 

worried and that you will be able to 

visit all of our neighboring 

countries without the need to get a 

new and *clean* passport. 

Keep In touch, 

Amos 

*The Always funny madrlch* 

(Yashar Yashar first edition) 

Amos Avivi 

52 Shalva St. 

Herzelia 46705 

Israel 

Tel: 09-570167 

It began at the end of July. It 

was a hot and humid day. We 

waited for you at the airport with 

colorful 'Welcome Hebrew U’ signs. 

I was perspiring; partly from the 

heat but mostly from excitement. 

Suddenly we spotted you, exhausted 

from your flight, and escorted you 

to Givat Ram. Truthfully, I wasn’t 

sure how you would react to 

M eonot H aE lef but you were 

quite heroic. It took a day for the 

shock to wear off, and soon you 

were more fam iliar with 

Ben/M achane Yehuda than I 

was. During the week you studied 

your "A lef-Bet' and on the weekends 

you travelled all over the 

country. Even the Israeli summer 

heat didn’t stop you. And now this 

year is already behind you. A year 

of school, tiyulim, parties, and lots 

of fun. I hope that you learned 

about Israel and mostly about yourselves 

this past year. As for me, I 

am happy that I was given the 

chance to get to know you well; I’ve 

learned a lot and epjoyed myself 

doing it. Hope to some day see you 

again. 

Orit 

Dear Graduate Students, 

It's hard to believe, but this year 

has come to an end. It seems as If 

just yesterday you had all arrived, 

and now It’s already time to say 

goodbye. I know that most of you 

feel that there was not enough time 

as you would have liked to see, 

hear, and feel everything this country 

has to offer. But nonetheless, 

you have accomplished much. I 

know we tried to show you most of 

the natural attractions and I hope 

that in our more informal meetings 

and discussions, I managed to 

share other aspects of Israel with 

you. I also hope that from all you 

have learned, you can come to appredate 

all of the accomplishments 

that Israel has achieved In the last 

forty-six years along with Its problems 

as well; bureaucracy, hot ternperament, 

etc... 

As you prepare to leave, I wish 

you all shalom for Its three most 

perfect meanings: go with peace, be 

with peace, and come back with 

peace. 

Thank you all for an outstanding 

experience! 

Oren Shenkar 

11 Hapalmach St. 

Ramat Hasharon 47203 

Tel: 03-5406932

m e t ; m g 

ת Dear All, 

Well, it’s been a *year"- I can’t 

really think of the right adjective 

to put there. Something between 

*stimulating* and *fascinating* with 

a bit of *really, totally, like, 

enjoyable*. I found myself seeing 

the things that are close to me, 

and important to me through your 

eyes. Sometimes seeing things this 

way wasn't easy because: 

(a) It can get very thought 

provoking, and 

(b) I usually forget to carry my 

glasses around anyway. 

But what can you do? I thought 

about carrying them on a string 

around my neck, but I’d probably 

forget the string as well. 

Despite all of this, it's been a 

year I’ll never forget. Falling in 

love with hundreds of people at the 

same time is something you tend to 

remember. 

Love, 

Dov 

Dov Ben-Shlmon: 

Box 431 

Students’ Organization 

P.O. Box 24003 

Jerusalem 91240 

Remember those first questions? 

*Are we going to live in this place?* 

*Where do we catch a bus to Ben 

Yehuda Street?' *18 there a good 

pub where we can meet Israelis?'... 

I think that by now you have 

learned all of the answers to those 

questions and more, and that I can 

learn from you about good pubs 

and Israelis. 

I had a wonderful time with youfrom 

the day you arrived until the 

end of your stay here. I had the 

privilege of watching you ask, 

learn, and change (boy did you 

change 80 much here) and being a 

part of this positive change in your 

life. I won't forget this year- I'm 

sure that you won’t either. 

And although you didn't leave yet 

(when I'm writing this), I already 

miss youl 

Keep in Touch! 

Ylkrat 

Ylkrat Sidi 

31 Shazar St. 

Haifa 34861 

Dear Dear youlll 

Well, I don’t know where to 

start...With the first time I came to 

visit you in your Givat Ram rooms 

with an embarrassed smile? Or 

with the *soul* conversations I had 

with some of you late into the 

night? With the private jokes? 

With the *Open Houses' we had? 

With memories of OSA activities? 

Or maybe with your midnight calls 

or visits? 

This year has gone by 80 fast. 

Your confused and shocked faces 

from the summer have changed, 

and now I sometimes feel that you 

know Israel better than I do. 

Anyway, I know that for some of 

you, this was a very special year. 

Maybe The year of your life - 

interesting, exciting, and sometimes 

hard, very hard. For some of you, 

this year Inspired a new way of 

thinking and behaving, and new 

options appeared. I can only say 

that I tried to be there for each of 

you whenever you needed me and 

whenever I could help. I hope I 

really did. 

And to *The Volunteersl* 

As the volunteer coordinator I 

want to express my appreciation of 

your willingness to help and your 

consistency. I hope that it 

contributed to your integration in 

Israel and that you reached your 

goals in the experience. 

Thanks, Thanks, Thanksl 

A dozen times more thanks from 

the organizations and people you 

were working with. Included in the 

yearbook are some of their thank 

you letters. 

I wish you more beautiful years 

and if you feel like being in touch, 

you are welcome to visit Moshe and 

I when you come back. 

Maggie Melamed-Aharoni 

Ha'arazlm 14 

Jerusalem 

02-522006 (Moshe’s parents)

Madrichim 

69 

Hi Guys- 

I remember you coming to Israel 

80 fragile and concerned without 

any knowledge of how this year was 

going to be. But after a month you 

became independent and experts 

about Israel. 

I saw people starting to feel the 

real atmosphere here, even 

bargaining on prices at M achane 

Yehuda. I tried to answer most 

of your questions when I could and 

when I thought that I should. It 

was funny when you would laugh 

at the people from the second 

semester that had the same 

problems you had. 

I can assume that after this year, 

most of you will represent Israel in 

a positive way like ambassadors in 

your countries, and pass your 

experience on to many people. Tou 

need to know that this is a tough 

job. 

I’m really glad that you could 

experience the life here during 

peace talk s between the 

Palestinians and us, and feel a part 

of history. I’ll miss you all and I 

hope to see you here soon. 

For my cool H.C. friends- 

I can remember your faces on 

your first trip: frozen, pale, some 

people were asking each other Is It 

safe? If only my mother could see 

me now." But you survived and 

most of you had fun. For me, each 

trip was an experience and I 

learned a lot. I had a marvelous 

time, even when we lost the track. 

I hope you enjoyed the landscape 

and nature of Israel and you met 

new Mends. 

See you guys back In Israel or 

elsewhere and don’t forget to write: 

Moshlk Galanty 

Prophesor Nachom 3 

Rlshon Le Zion 76217 

Israel 

Dear Guatemala students, 

We are sorry to say that the time 

has come to say goodbye. It's hard 

for us to find the words to say, so 

we'll keep this nice and short. 

We hope you all had a good time 

these past few months, that you 

learned a lot (yeah right...) and 

gained new experiences from ALL 

the things you did here - classes 

(when you went...), trips (when 

they weren’t canceled)..., the 

beautiful dorms (even though they 

were on the other side of the 

world...), and all the rest. 

We also hope that the distance 

and cost won’t keep you away from 

Israel for long, and that when you 

do make It back, you give us a call 

and let us know what's new and 

exciting. Good Luck in everything! 

Love, 

Uri & Rebecca 

Uri Goldflam 

3 Metzarel TIrah St. 

Givat Hamlvtar 


Israel 

Rebecca Zitter 

67 Mendess St. 

Klryat Krlnltzl 

Ramat Gan 62663 

Israel

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Located in the heart of Jerusalem, the Center serves as a religious, cultural, and 

educational focal point for Israelis, as well as visitors from abroad. 

We hope you enjoyed and found meaning in the extra curricular activities of our 

"Center on Campus" program, and wish you much success with your future plans. 

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Tel: 02-256-386 

Fax: 02-234-127 

Returning to North America? Be sure to look up our affiliate United Synagogue 

College Outreach Program "Koach" on your campus, or call/write Rich Moline at 

our North American office: 180 N. Michigan Ave., Suite 1710, Chicago, IL 

60601, (Tel: 312-726-1802 or Fax: 312-726-1820). 

...and when you return to Israel, whether it be as a visitor, as a student, or for 

Aliyah, please look us up and consider us always your home away from home. 

Romm. Rabbi Edward S. ‏,להתראות

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