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<strong>1994</strong>-95<br />


Including DAHAB, PETRA,<br />

and the newly autonomous<br />

regions of GAZA and JERICHO

i<br />

The <strong>Rothberg</strong> School<br />

For Overseas Students<br />

Hebrew University, NIL Scopus<br />

Goldsmith Building<br />

Jerusalem, Israel<br />

1 9 9 4 - 1 9 9 5

IETSC10<br />


The Budget Guide to Overseas Study<br />

at Hebrew University<br />

<strong>1994</strong>-95<br />

Glenn Kaminsky, editor<br />

Elisa Rotman, assistant editor<br />

Marcus Klein, assistant editor<br />


This yearbook has been produced by the students of the <strong>Rothberg</strong> School. The<br />

opinions contained herein do not in any way, shape, or form, reflect the<br />

opinions of the staff or administration of the <strong>Rothberg</strong> School. This book will<br />

self destruct in 30 seconds...<br />

This yearbook is a parody of the Let’s Go guides produced by the Harvard Student Agencies, INC. It pertains only<br />

to the overseas students at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem, <strong>1994</strong>-95. It is not to be used as a guidebook,<br />

although we could have used one.<br />

Produced by Gefen Publishing House, Ltd.

Orientation<br />

Perched serenely atop scenic Har Hatzofim (Mount<br />

Scopus) sits the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, an<br />

institution dedicated to the pursuit o f higher learning.<br />

The majority o f classes for Overseas students are<br />

housed in lovely, extremely secure, and lavishly<br />

decorated Goldsmith building. Although the<br />

cramped hallways tend to remind some of High<br />

School, once one sets foot into the recently-renovated<br />

cafeteria, and technologically advanced computer<br />

lab, one cannot help but be awestruck. The library is fully-stocked with a tremendous array of reading<br />

materials for any variety of interests. Be sure to get there early, though, as seating space may be hard<br />

to come by. Students often find themselves leaving Goldsmith in a state of euphoria, wowed by the level<br />

o f intellectual stimulation they encountered within.<br />

Documents<br />

Passport - During your time abroad, your passport will collect numerous funky stamps in indecipherable<br />

foreign languages. Each time you enter and exit Israel you will be grilled about everything from your date<br />

o f birth to what, if any, weaponry or other contraband you are planning to expropriate across international<br />

borders. Do your best to assure that you don’t lose your passport or let your visa expire, unless you have<br />

a burning desire to experience Israeli bureaucracy at its finest. Just a warning to those carrying an Israeli<br />

passport, you may be snatched up by the IDF at any point and never seen again.<br />

Student Identification - While in Israel your International Student I.D. card (ISIC) will have limited use.<br />

To truly reap the benefits you must first leave the country and secondly learn the phrase “Do you have<br />

a student price?” in any languages you may encounter. Students can obtain ISIC’s at ISSTA travel,<br />

conveniently located just centimeters from the entrance to Golsmith, if you can only make it past Jeff<br />

Seidel. Once inside, students can take advantage of ISSTA’s “don’t look, don’t tell” policy to assume<br />

any age or identity that they wish.<br />

Money<br />

US $1 = 2.95 NIS NISI = US $.33<br />

UK £1 =4.61 NIS NISI = UK £.22<br />

CD N $1 = 2.16 NIS NISI = CDN $.46<br />

AUS $1 =2.15 NIS NISI = AUS $.47<br />

Israeli cu rrency is the N ew Israeli Shekel (not to be confused w ith the Old Israeli Shekel, the New<br />

G u in ea Shekel, the Japanese Y en, or the N ew Israeli). Y our A TM card w ill be invaluable as long as you<br />

can find a B ank H apoalim 2000 that has not been fire-bom bed by peeved C haredim or w hose service is<br />

n o t “T em porarily U navailable to Y ou.” C redit cards are nifty toys - spend now and your parents pay later,<br />

‘n u ff said. F or an easy, but not neccessarily legal, w ay to exchange your cash or travelers checks, talk<br />

to A sher at the K ent Stand centrally located at K ikar Tzion (Little A m erica).

Packing<br />

You will be amazed at the innumerable ways to circumvent the two bag/70 lbs. maximum. Most students<br />

adhere to the philosophy of “if it fits, take it...if it doesn’t fit, take it anyway, or get a bigger bag. “ But,<br />

truly, don’t fret too long if you manage to somehow leave your favorite pair of jeans in your closet, cause<br />

Uncle Howard and Aunt Martha can surely fit it in with them when they arrive on the UJA/B’nai Brith/<br />

Federation trip in just a few weeks.<br />

Crazy? Hey, You Never Know<br />

On the door of the reception office at Jerusalem’s Kfar Shaul Psychiatric Hospital, someone has posted a bumper<br />

sticker popular among a faction of Orthodox Jews that reads PREPARE FOR THE COMING OF THE MESSIAH.<br />

To hear some patients tell it, the Messiah is already on the premises.<br />

Kfar Shaul is a kind of holding pen for victims of the so-called Jerusalem’s Syndrome, an affection of tourists<br />

who, overwhelmed by the city’s intense spiritual evocations, become convinced that they are the Saviour or some<br />

other biblical figure, or that they have been given a special message by God. There was the bearded Italian whom<br />

police found wandering in the hills around Bethlehem, dressed in a sack, with cloth bags for shoes and New<br />

Testament in hand, unaware that it was snowing, convinced he was Jesus Christ. And the angry German who phoned<br />

police to complain that his hotel’s kitchen staff had prevented him from preparing the Last Supper. And the naked,<br />

sword-wielding man who ran through the Old City on what he explained to arresting officers was a mission to heal<br />

the blind.<br />

So powerful are Jerusalem’s psychic ethers that Kfar Shaul see 50 such patients a year. About half are from North<br />

America, usually the U.S., and the remainder come mainly from Western Europe. Cases are equally split between<br />

Christians and Jews; the city’s few Muslim tourists have so far managed to keep their wits intact. According to Moshe<br />

Kalian, a psychiatrist at Kfar Shaul, Jerusalem Syndrome may be set off by the thrill of visiting a place previously<br />

known only as a sublime dream- “like a movie star fan who suddenly gets to<br />

kiss his idol.” Or sufferers may fall victim to the disappointment of<br />

discovering that Jerusalem is also an earthly place, complete with strip malls<br />

and traffic jams. “Unwilling to accept that reality,” Kalian explains, “they<br />

withdraw from it.” Most have a history of mental problems.<br />

At times, Kfar Shaul has housed two or three messiahs at once. “But they<br />

don’t fight about it,” says Kalian. “They are so sure that they are each the one<br />

and that the others will be revealed sooner or later as frauds.” The hospitals<br />

job is not to cure the patients but to calm them down, sometimes with<br />

antipsychotic drugs, so that they may return home and be treated in a more<br />

familiar environment. There have been few escapes from the facility, notably<br />

that of “Samson,” a burly Canadian who demonstrated his Old Testament<br />

credentials by ripping the metal grille off a ward window. A hospital staff<br />

member spotted him at a bus station and brought him back without incident.<br />

The folks who live nearby are generally aware of the hospital’s functional<br />

times perhaps overly so. Recently locals brought in an elderly woman who,<br />

hysterically and speaking only Greek, was assumed to be stricken with<br />

Jerusalem Syndrome. In fact she was a tourist who had simply taken the<br />

wrong bus and wound up in an unfamiliar neighborhood. Upset, yes, but no<br />

immediate danger of assuming divinity.<br />

—Lisa Beyer, TIME Magazine

LET'S GO<br />


By Plane<br />

A popular choice amongst overseas students<br />

is the Jewish geography laden group flight.<br />

Possible carriers include Israel’s pride, El-Al,<br />

Tower Air (don’t forget your tefillin), and British<br />

Airways. Fourteenhoursmightseem likeadrag,<br />

but check into free alcohol possibilities. Hey!<br />

Everybody’s legal in the air! Try and keep the<br />

partying to a minimum on the plane because the<br />

stewardesses aren’t exactly as lenient as Carol<br />

Brady!<br />

Mazel Tov! You finally landed in Ben Gurion<br />

International Airport. Where are the people<br />

singing and welcoming us with flowers? Well,<br />

the trip has just begun, and we’re already<br />

schvitzing from the humidity. Don’t get too<br />

scared when you exit the plane and find yourself<br />

outside instead of inside a terminal. As you<br />

squeeze into the stuffy shuttle, attempt to stay<br />

calm. The bus will take you to the passport<br />

center, where the fun begins. Welcome to the<br />

Land o f Holy Tobacco Smoke. Attempt to find<br />

your luggage through the puffs of pollution,<br />

massive luggage carts (free of charge), and<br />

pushy people. This is where you get your first<br />

Hebrew lesson. Slee-ch-ahhh, slee-ch-ahhh! Yes,<br />

this means get the hell out of my way! With this<br />

one multi-purpose word under your belt, you ’ re<br />

on your way to ulpan!<br />

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acing to get in line for lunch tickets<br />

G r et togethers over cheese toast<br />

I t's only for a couple of weeks<br />

Y erushalayim, city of gold, for only 14 NIS a visit<br />

o ne telephone for 250 people—your 5 minutes are up!<br />

R andom rabbis enriching our lives through song and prayer<br />

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10 Reasons Why T<br />

Loved Ulpan<br />

10. N othing like getting up at 7 AM<br />

everyday<br />

9. 25 hours o f H ebrew a week —<br />

A izah Kef!<br />

8. Learning so m any practical,<br />

useful phrases (too bad I couldn't<br />

understand w hat the hell people<br />

said back to me)<br />

7. N othing m uch better to do<br />

6. Feeling like I was really subm<br />

erged in Israeli culture<br />

5. U lpan teachers are a great introduction<br />

to "real Israeli" attitude<br />

4. Dikduk!!!<br />

3. Got to hear about m y classmates'<br />

fam ilies again and again<br />

2. A rik E instein songs<br />

1. W hat's U lpan?

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7:30 A M - R ise and Shine! H ey, forget the<br />

hangover ... you have to be bright and<br />

cheery for six hours o f fun, fun, fun.<br />

7:45 A M - G ourm et breakfast o f neon atom ic<br />

jelly and soggy hard-boiled eggs.<br />

8 :1 5 - 2 PM - U m ,... w hatever.<br />

2:30 PM - N ap tim e in the big bright sun.<br />

Y ou’ve w orked too hard, definitely need a<br />

rest.<br />

4 PM - A ttem pt som e hebrew hom ew ork, but<br />

som ehow letters seem w ay m ore im portant.<br />

5 PM - A aaaah...show er tim e...that sticky<br />

gross layer needs to com e off. The great<br />

thing about the show er is that w hile you're<br />

getting clean the hallw ay carpet is getting<br />

clean as well.<br />

6 PM - M eet friends at "Pizza Hut" for a<br />

delectable dinner o f cheese toast, pancake,<br />

or pizza. Your choice!<br />

8:30 PM - T im e for living —a couple o f beers are sounding aw fully good...<br />

9:30 - 11:00 PM - G etting pitchers at everyone's favorite place "The Rock" (hey, you<br />

know you've been there once...)<br />

12:45 A M - If you're not hanging out or w aiting for the phone, you're probably cruising<br />

to bed.<br />

L yla Tov!<br />


Centrally located in the north-eastern part of<br />

Jerusalem, only an hours walk or 20 minute<br />

bus ride from the center of town, budget oncampus<br />

accommodations are available to most<br />

ofthe university's students. Due to the campus'<br />

excellent view of the beautiful West Bank,<br />

advanced reservations are recommended since<br />

these luxurious dorms fill up quickly. Most<br />

students are housed in Resnick, with Moadon<br />

12 1/2 and the spacious, fully stocked Co-op<br />

dividing the upper section from the lower.<br />

When entering one of the buildings, don't<br />

forget to bring a leash for the jukim<br />

(cockroaches). Each of the building's floors<br />

contains a sparkling bathroom which may or<br />

may not be stocked with green toilet paper and<br />

is guaranteed to be free of a shower curtain.<br />

Grab a top shelf in one of the fridges to avoid<br />

that damn drippage from the shelf above. And<br />

don't plan on preparing a seven-course meal -<br />

- finding even one burner that works can be a<br />

challenge. Clearly, the pride and joy of eveiy<br />

floor is the elaborate j acuzzi, minus the bubbles<br />

and jets, of course.<br />

Why do we call the dorms Resnick and Idelson,

:(gl<br />

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bail<br />

joycl?,;<br />

Just down the road, across from the Hyatt<br />

Regency and friendly Arab felafel stands, lie<br />

the Idelson suites. These four and six person<br />

pseudo apartments give fearless grad students<br />

and a few daring undergrads the joyous<br />

opportunity to live in close quarters with<br />

Israelis. As an added attraction, one may be<br />

awakened by the sounds of screaming nursery<br />

school students or roosters calls at the first<br />

crack of dawn.<br />

The only requirements for living in<br />

Guatemala are a Hofshi-Hodshi and patience<br />

on the 26. The 45 minute joy-ride to school<br />

gets a bit monotonous but after a hard day's<br />

work, the residents of K-Y thank G-d for the<br />

close proximity of the Supersol, the Kanyon,<br />

and the Biblical Zoo. Many cats can be found<br />

patrolling the dorms and despite their nasty<br />

appearance, residents keep them well fed.<br />

Finally, those lucky enough to get out of the<br />

dorms, live in various locals around the city.<br />

TV's and ovens make their apartments oh so<br />

grand. It pays to make friends with them!<br />

if all the signs say Maiersdorf and Bronfman?

LET S GO<br />

Keeping in Touch<br />

Communicating with the<br />

folks back home can be done<br />

relatively easily via electronic mail.<br />

This is the m ost efficient and<br />

inexpensive way to keep tabs on<br />

loved ones across the ocean;<br />

however, one must expect long waits<br />

{really long w aits), broken<br />

computers, and keyboards lacking<br />

crucial parts such as space bars and<br />

the letter “e.” Also, don’t be<br />

surprised if your machine decides<br />

to take a nap two paragraphs into<br />

the m essage, or<br />

switch into Hebrew<br />

after you just spent<br />

45 minutes telling<br />

your best friends<br />

about your<br />

adventures in Jordan.<br />

Despite all o f the<br />

hassle, e-mail can<br />

keep you connected<br />

to the rest of the world<br />

and it sure costs less<br />

than a phone call!!<br />

To: Best.Friend@mycollege.usa.uk.aust.edu<br />

cc: Mom.Dad@home.com<br />

From: MSOYP@spinach.mscc.huji.ac.il<br />

Subject: Greetings from The Holy Land<br />

Sorry I haven’t written in so long —things have been pretty<br />

hectic around here. In between classes (?), I have been doing<br />

a lot of travelling. I was in Turkey last week, Jordan the<br />

week before and I’ll be exploring the wonders of Egypt this<br />

coming weekend. Rough life, huh? I heard it’s still snowing<br />

there —were you the one who said "why Israel?". Oh, yeah,<br />

how were midterms and that 35-page history paper? Was all<br />

that stress really worth it? Well, I better go, there<br />

are about 15 people waiting for this computer. Maybe I’ll<br />

take a walk to The Old City. It sure is beautiful out today.<br />

Say hi to everybody for me and be in touch...

LET'S GO<br />

Excited by the pending<br />

shabbat rendezvous with the<br />

fashion conscious studentit,<br />

the young gentleman enlightens<br />

her: “we’re going to walk<br />

to the old city, so dress appropriately.”<br />

It was therefore<br />

with mixed feelings that she<br />

methim on Shabbat bedecked<br />

in: 3 inch heeled “israeli” platforms,<br />

a skirt which barely<br />

covered the thighs, and a t-<br />

shirt which had obviously belonged<br />

to her 12 year old sister<br />

and had then shrunk in the<br />


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Speciality of Jerusalem<br />

Kebab on the Grill<br />

Grilled Meats<br />

Fresh Salads<br />

KING<br />

n>3l»ri rmros - nss<br />

A recipe to mail - Falafel<br />

2V 2C U PS<br />

dried chick-peas, soaked overnight 625 ml<br />

and drained<br />

1 tsp. ground coriander seeds 5 ml<br />

1 garlic clove, chopped 1<br />

1 tsp. ground cumin 5 ml<br />

V2 tsp. cayenne pepper 2 ml<br />

salt<br />

1A cup flour 50 ml<br />

oil for deep frying<br />

G rin d the ch ick-p ea s fine in a b le n d e r o r food p rocessor, and<br />

m ix them w e ll -with the coria n d er, g arlic, c u m in , cayenne<br />

pep p er and salt. A d d the flo u r and m ix th o rou gh ly. From the<br />

re su ltin g dough, m ake sm a ll b a lls about Y/« in ch e s (3 cm .) in<br />

dia m e ter. P ou r o il into a pan and heat it to 375'F. (190°C). A<br />

few at a tim e , deep fry the b a lls for tw o to three m inu tes,<br />

until they are g olden. S tu ff the Falafel b alls in to a pocket<br />

bread (pita) and g a rn ish w ith a lot of im a g in a tio n !

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LET S GO<br />

For an unforgettable shopping encounter,<br />

be sure to swing by the Shu k<br />

at Mahane Yehuda. This is no ordinary<br />

market. There are no check out<br />

counters with nice orderly lines here.<br />

Push your way to the cashier or you<br />

may find yourself continuously<br />

steamrolled by those aggressive 70<br />

year-old Sabras. They have no mercy.<br />

Neither do the kiosk owners. Don’t<br />

even try to buy just one or you may<br />

quickly learn some selectnew hebrew<br />

slang. This could be the only market<br />

in the world where the salesmen refuse<br />

to sell to you if they don’t like you.<br />

But don’t let that hinder your bargaining;<br />

there are no fixedprices here<br />

and ask for a student discount cause they don’t take American Express. Keep your eyes open for fish flopping<br />

out of their racks at your feet, and request the chickens without the heads. Don’t you dare leave without some<br />

steaming hot pita and a kilo of chocolate Rugalach from Marzipan. And, by the w ay.. what the hell is a kilo,<br />

anyway?<br />

pie<br />

To Buy at the Shuk:<br />

tomatoes<br />

27 rolls of toilet paper (cause you can’t get<br />

any less)<br />

Jaffa Gold oranges<br />

Chicken (preferably without head and<br />

webbed feet)<br />

chocolate rugelach (Marzipan!!)<br />

Pomello<br />

Hangers<br />

Tupperware<br />

PITA<br />

62 eggs (see above, TP)<br />

pillow<br />

the kitchen sink (if not here, where?)

LET'S GO<br />

Let's face it, folks, we here at Hebrew U. love Italian food. And we're sure that all of you<br />

have at some point said to your mothers, "Gee mom, can't we have pasta every night?" Well<br />

now, thanks to the yearbook staff you can, as we present to you...<br />


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What you'll need: 1 pot, water, salt, pasta (and six hours for the water to boil)<br />

Directions: Boil water in pot. Add salt and pasta. Stir and cook on medium heat until tender<br />

but firm (about ten minutes). Drain and serve.<br />

Monday<br />

Pasta Italiana<br />

Make pasta (see above)<br />

Add 1 can of tomato sauce<br />

Serve<br />

Tuesday<br />

Macaroni & Cheese<br />

Make Pasta<br />

Add Cheese<br />

Serve<br />

Wednesday<br />

Veggie Pasta<br />

Make Pasta<br />

Mix in chopped vegetables<br />

Serve<br />

Thursday<br />

Friday<br />

Pot Luck Pasta<br />

Shabbat Pasta<br />

Make Pasta<br />

Add chicken<br />

Add whatever is in fridge soup mix to<br />

Serve<br />

boiling water<br />

Serve<br />

Saturday<br />

Pasta Sandwich<br />

Make Pasta<br />

Stuff into Pita<br />

Serve<br />

Sunday<br />

Pasta Salad<br />

Make pasta.<br />

Mix in canned peas, com,<br />

mayo, and tuna<br />

Serve<br />



Drink lots of H20 (a must:<br />

3 liters)<br />

Try to eat nutrititous foods<br />

(schnitzel)<br />

Avoid overextending yourself<br />

(tell that to the<br />

Madrich) 21

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E ntertainm ent: B allroom and Israeli<br />

D ancing w ith m usic by M ichael

LET S GO<br />

Question for a Non-Jew<br />

It w as there, on the ro o f o f an apartm<br />

ent w ithin the Jew ish Q uarter o f the<br />

Old C ity that I found the answ er. Picture<br />

it. The air is w arm and the sky is clear<br />

except for the colors caused by the setting<br />

sun. N ot far<br />

from w here I am ,<br />

the D om e o f The<br />

R o c k s ile n tly<br />

stands. N earby,<br />

Jew ish children<br />

can be seen and<br />

h e a rd p la y in g<br />

cheerfully. Soon<br />

th e so u n d o f<br />

M uslim s praying<br />

weaves its w ay in<br />

w hile bells from<br />

churches begin to ring. A nd there I sat,<br />

thousands o f m iles from hom e w ith the<br />

sights and sounds o f Israel all around me.<br />

“W hy Israel?” ...sunsets and sunrises,<br />

deep blue skys and w aters. “W hy Israel?”<br />

...m en w ith payot are dressed in<br />

black running for busses w hich are pulling<br />

aw ay, colorful succahs on every balcony<br />

add a new dim ension to the golden<br />

stone. The questioning continues...”W hy<br />

Israel?” ...the quiet beauty o f the Golan,<br />

children outside o f shul playing w ith<br />

pogs - prizes from their kosher m eal at<br />

B urger King. “W hy Israel?” ...pregnant<br />

w om en in long<br />

sk irts p u sh in g<br />

s tro lle rs w ith<br />

m any child ren<br />

by th e ir sid e.<br />

T h e b u s tlin g<br />

shuk w ith fresh<br />

pitot and cheap<br />

rugelach. “W hy<br />

Israel?” ...cashiers<br />

w ith tim e to<br />

sp a re fo r a<br />

frie n d ly c h at.<br />

Sonic Boom s. Sirens signaling Shabbat<br />

and m om ents o f rem em berance. N ight<br />

skys saturated w ith stars.. .’’W hy Israel?”<br />

Forgive me, but I am tired o f the<br />

question. W hile people m ay be biased,<br />

sig h ts and sounds are not. B aruch<br />

Hashem .<br />

—Brendon Speller<br />

Do you believe in<br />

Santa Claus?

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Ben Yehuda Street - The main boardwalk of<br />

the holy city is home to a potpourri (I love that<br />

word) of random street performers and entertainers.<br />

English is the language of choice<br />

making it easy to bargain for your presents for<br />

friends and to find the nearest bathroom. Any<br />

type of food under the sun from Mexican to<br />

Chinese to authentic Israeli felafel can satisfy<br />

the pallet (Just don’t go to Blues Brothers).<br />

Small-town style bars line the cobblestone<br />

streets offering a full array of dirt-cheap happy<br />

hours. Try the Blue Hole Pub or ask Lee or<br />

Stacy to beer you at the Rock on Yoel Solomon.<br />

The Russian Compound - Not far from the<br />

glitz of Ben Yehuda lies a square block of bars<br />

offering something for every taste (except the<br />

Orgasms at Hershele’s, Cutler!) From relaxing<br />

to the sounds of mellow Jazz to grooving to<br />

the music of local bands (LUBA!!), the Russian<br />

Compound is the makom of choice for a<br />

birthday celebration (at least once a week for<br />

the Californians) or just your average Thursday<br />

night.<br />

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Talpiyot - For those night owls still standing come<br />

1,2 AM, Talpiyot’s wide array of dance clubs, full<br />

of greasy-haired Arsim, tight clothes, and eightinch<br />

platform shoes, may fit the bill. Although the<br />

bill tends to be an expensive one at Voodoo, Sing<br />

Sing, Decadence, etc., the loud Israeli techno and<br />

expensive drinks can certainly make the night turn<br />

quickly into morning.<br />

Moadon HaYekev(The Winery) - Also located in<br />

Talpiyot, but worthy of separate mention is the<br />

Moadon HaYekev. Funny thing about this place,<br />

most people wake up the next morning not exactly<br />

knowing what happened the previous night. Cheesy<br />

Israeli singing, dancing on tables, shaking tambourines,<br />

and pounding bad Israeli wine combines to<br />

make an always-entertaining evening on the town.<br />



If I forget thee, Jerusalem,<br />

Then let my right be forgotten.<br />

Let my right be forgotten, and my left remember.<br />

Let my left remember, and your right close<br />

And your mouth open near the gate.<br />

I shall remember Jerusalem<br />

And forget the forest-my love will remember,<br />

Will open her hair, will close my window,<br />

Will forget my right,<br />

Will forget my left.<br />

If the west wind does not come<br />

I'll never forgive the walls,<br />

Or the sea, or myself.<br />

Should my right forget,<br />

My left shall forgive,<br />

I shall forget all water,<br />

I shall forget my mother.<br />

If I forget thee Jerusalem,<br />

Let my blood be forgotten.<br />

I shall touch your forehead,<br />

Forget my own,<br />

My voice change<br />

For the second time and last time<br />

To the most terrible of voices—<br />

Or silence.<br />

—Yehuda Amichai

"If I forget thee oh Jerusalem; Let my right hand w ither..." Forget Jerusalem? I think that is an impossibility.<br />

Less than one year in this city and it has captured my heart and soul. Studying at Hebrew University this year was<br />

not my first trip to Israel, numerous times I had sat on tour busses as they followed the winding roads over the<br />

mountains and into the breathtaking instance where all you see is Jerusalem Stone. That is the instance when your<br />

heart says, I am home. In fact, my arrival here this year was more impressive than the others. The sherut from Ben-<br />

Gurion brought myself and a number of other students into the city during the first hours of sunlight. Even now, eight<br />

months later, I can still feel the crisp morning air, soon to turn prickly with August heat. I cannot negate the comfort<br />

of knowing that here I would stay a year in the center of the world.<br />

Judaism holds Jerusalem to be the most holy city, the heart of the rest of the planet. Indeed, if you took all<br />

the continents and squeezed them into one land mass (as they were thousands of years ago), Israel would be in the<br />

center and Jerusalem at its heart. But I, small and insignificant in the history of Earth, could not fathom that as I sat<br />

on the steps waiting for Goldsmith to open, wondering where I could get some breakfast. Rather, I pondered on the<br />

city for its value as sacred to Judaism, Christianity, and Islam, and to<br />

its place as a much sought after political prize. A religious and<br />

political gold mine was at our fingertips. Now all we needed was to<br />

take the time to appreciate it.<br />

When did I first feel the electrical charge of love for this<br />

sacred city? Certainly not those first few months of ulpan. I trudged<br />

around campus in the melting heat. I struggled through a public<br />

transportation system and methods of shopping I had not imagined<br />

myself using. Only by leaving could I recognize the concreteness of<br />

my union. I spent part o f Succoth in Egypt. A fun-filled eight day tour;<br />

and yet, that last leg into Jerusalem was glorious to me. My heart beat<br />

with joy and I was refreshed. For ever shall stay with me the<br />

impressions o f getting off the bus an hour before Shabbas as the first<br />

light rain of the season began to fall. My entire soul lightened. Home.<br />

That was where I was. Home. The city for which generations of my<br />

ancestors had pined for.<br />

As the year closes and I think o f what it is that I shall most<br />

remember about my year in Israel, my mind constantly wanders back<br />

to the joy o f Jerusalem. I wonder if I can survive without her. I have<br />

an addiction to Jerusalem. Seeing the sharp contrast of Ben Yehuda<br />

street and Mea Shearim, so close and yet so far from one another,<br />

being able to go to the Kotel without a second thought, and feeling a<br />

sense o f peace throughout the city as the Shabbas Queen enters, all<br />

these are and will forever be a part o f me.<br />

—Carolyn Reid 31

A popular form of transportation around the<br />

Jerusalem area is Egged buses. Although they<br />

are slightly slower than<br />

crazed taxi drivers, buses<br />

o ffer an affo rd ab le<br />

opportunity to see small<br />

n eig h b o rh o o d s at<br />

lightening fast speeds. If<br />

you see your bus<br />

ap p ro ach in g but not<br />

stopping, d o n ’t be<br />

discouraged; occasionally<br />

the driver may not feel<br />

like picking you up.<br />

However, if you manage<br />

to be one of the lucky ones<br />

to squeeze in at the last<br />

minute, watch your limbs<br />

as the door may close on<br />

you rather viciously. Once on the bus, be aware<br />

that the driver may opt not to use the road at<br />

times, causing pedestrians to scurry off the<br />

sidewalk and into nearby bushes. However,<br />

drivers have excellent depth perception, teasing<br />

each other with who can come the closest without<br />

scraping paint off of an<br />

adjacent bus. Prices can<br />

vary depending on the<br />

type o f ticket you<br />

purchase, but the most<br />

economical way to travel<br />

is by posing as a 17 yearold<br />

or younger (don’t<br />

forget to figure out what<br />

year you were bom in,<br />

drivers are aware of this<br />

trick). Andifyougetthe<br />

chance, try the 23 Alef,<br />

an express bus through<br />

E ast Jerusalem.<br />

Experienced riders say<br />

the excursion, lasting<br />

about 45 seconds, can be very enlightening.<br />

Whatever bus you do decide to ride, have fun -<br />

public transportation has never been such an<br />


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forever, and yet the time seems to have flown by. Can it really be that eleven weeks ago we were unceremoniously<br />

dumped outside our dormitories in the pouring rain with no idea where to go or what would happen.<br />

So what has happened? Most of us take five or six lectures a week ranging from "Historical Geography<br />

of Jerusalem" to "Zionism," as well as several hours of Hebrew on top of that. It may sound heavy but most<br />

students agree that there is a good balance between actual learning and a chance to explore and express one's own<br />

views. Many discussions invariably continue outside the classroom well into the small hours of the morning.<br />

But it is not all work, work, work! There are countless opportunities to participate in other aspects of<br />

university life; from acting in the musical "Blood Brothers" to studying in the Bet Midrash programme. The only<br />

problem is fitting it all into a 24 hour day. Several of us have taken it upon ourselves to form soccer teams or<br />

join the gym, but for the energetically challenged, the BASP Lethargy Contingent, there are such options as<br />

Hamentashen baking or coffee evenings with live bands.<br />

There is also ample opportunity to explore both Jerusalem<br />

and Israel on the weekends and a BASPer can generally be<br />

found in most cities around Israel - especially if there's free<br />

food and washing facilities available.<br />

Being at Hebrew University is an incredible opportunity<br />

in itself, but the group experience is what has made it<br />

special for all of us. The British and Australian contingents<br />

jelled immediately and the bond between the BASPers is one<br />

which may well last the rest of our lives (as long as political and<br />

religious opinions can be put aside).<br />

At the risk of sounding corny, it really is the experience<br />

of a lifetime and we think you'd be hard put to find a BASPer<br />

who wouldn't agree.<br />

—Caroline Laitner & Gaby Kruger<br />

Government and Politics<br />

The <strong>Rothberg</strong> School for Overseas Students is an isolated<br />

province in the Hebrew University realm. Its location, official<br />

language, attendance policy and student make-up create an<br />

unofficial demarcation between it and its mandate power.<br />

The school’s policies and laws derive from a group of elite<br />

nobles (who they are nobody knows). The policies are carried<br />

out by an intricate web of bureaucrats. At the bottom of this<br />

complex system of hierarchies falls the Student Committee, an<br />

organization dedicating to voicing (in vain) OYP student needs<br />

and ideas.

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“Mom, it’s impossible for me not to take the<br />

buses here... ”<br />

“Of course, I ’m being safe, Dad. Do you<br />

think I stroll around the Arab quarterjust for<br />

fun...”<br />

“But, all of my friends have been to Cairo no<br />

problem... ”<br />

“Just don’t worry. I ’m 21 now, Mom... ”<br />

If any or all o f these phrases remind you o f<br />

conversations you’ve had w ith parents or<br />

friends over the course o f your stay in the<br />

Holy land, you are not alone. We all watched<br />

the news and followed events more closely<br />

before coming to Israel, attempting to imagine<br />

what it would be like. And, unfortunately, as<br />

prepared as we all may have been in our own<br />

minds, we were wrong. N one o f us were prepared<br />

for the bom bing o f the popular #5 bus at D izengoff<br />

Center. Or the attack at Beit Lid killing scores o f 18,<br />

19, and 20 year-old soldiers. None o f us were prepared<br />

to cower in the com er o f a downtown Jerusalem bar<br />

while soldiers chased armed terrorists through the<br />

alleys. N one o f us expected to be so close. Back at<br />

home, in our sheltered world o f Volvo sedans cruising<br />

through suburbia, we are never confronted with Uzis<br />

on the streets and hatred bubbling up through any and<br />

every crack in the Jerusalem stone.<br />

Yet, life goes on. This is what Israelis say. W hat else<br />

can they say? W hat else can they do? We can leave<br />

this place. Our short jaunt into the harsh reality of<br />

terror can end just like that. But, in truth, it does not<br />

end there. It lives on within us, the memory does.<br />

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youth and innocence was uprooted by insanity. The<br />

memory o f every kibbutznik, family man, high school<br />

student, or m other o f four so cruelly taken from their<br />

friends and families at the hands o f enraged lunatics<br />

ready to see the other side. For what?<br />

These memories go back with us along with all of<br />

our souvenirs and worldly possessions. They take up<br />

no suitcase space, but definitely fill somewhere else.<br />

They fill that place with a sense o f grief, sorrow, and<br />

most o f all, confusion. However, despite it all, like<br />

Israelis, we cannot help but be filled with a sense of<br />

hope as well. A sense that maybe all the pain that<br />

envelops us right now is only an obstacle along the<br />

road to peace. True peace.<br />

Next time I talk to my mom, I know<br />

what I’m going to tell her. I will say<br />

that, despite all the ups and downs,<br />

pain and confusion, there is no place<br />

in the world I would feel safer. No<br />

place that I ’d rather be. Israel.<br />

We would like to dedicate this<br />

space to all of those that have<br />

died along the treacherous road<br />

toward peace. Our thoughts<br />

are always with them and with<br />

th eir fa m ilies. A nd their<br />

memories form a vital piece of<br />

our time in Jerusalem.

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Who were these soldiers Islamic Jihad killed?<br />

In Tel Aviv I had slept in a young soldier’s room<br />

-my shirts hung for a w hile in his closet,<br />

my head crushed his pillow, and my feet<br />

drank the chill from his floor. Was he<br />

among the m urdered, this only son o f my friends?<br />

No, he was not in N etanya in the third week<br />

of January, he was not in Tel Aviv, not<br />

in Israel, not in the M iddle East at all.<br />

Then let us not speak his name, not even<br />

in a whisper: w ho are we to trust the gods<br />

or the unseen powers? M y friends shall keep<br />

their son, and I will sleep w ithout dreaming.<br />

But who were these young soldiers? Rafael<br />

Mizrahi, Yehiel Sharvit, Yuval Tuvya-how did<br />

they live and what did they live for? A month<br />

earlier, in Jerusalem, I saw tw o soldiers at ease<br />

at the Haas Promenade. They were there to guard<br />

children and the teachers o f these children<br />

and Uzis hung at their backs in stark diagonals.<br />

They looked like soldiers, but I could see<br />

they were really older brothers and would-be<br />

boyfriends, and one joked with the teacher<br />

whose clouds o f copper hair outshone the mid-day<br />

sun; the other ate his lunch and half-sprawled<br />

in the scorched grass. I saw their sisters<br />

and cousins in the Judean Desert, in the spillway<br />

o f light that opened into dark, conflicted Jericho,<br />

and they were waiting in the alleyways o f the Old<br />

City where tribes o f tourists materialized from<br />

stone and filled their arms with Yemenite jew elry<br />

and Druse cloth. I understand, but who was Gilad<br />

Gaon? who Eran Gueta? who was David Hasson?<br />

who Eitan Peretz? I saw them in Abu Ghosh,<br />

wolfing down hummus<br />

in olive oil, small hills o f falafel. And they<br />

were at the bus terminal in Tel Aviv, hauling<br />

their battered duffels at the Baha’i Shrine in Haifa<br />

keeping watch in the sacred gardens and I saw<br />

them anointed with fire in the sunset that blossomed<br />

over Ashkelon. But you know these words are lies<br />

and your hearts are not fooled by my stories<br />

for Yaron Blum is dead Hie Dagan is dead<br />

Amir Hirchenson is dead Anan Kadur is dead<br />

Maya Kopstein is dead Soli Mizrahi is dead<br />

Avi Salto is no longer with us Daniel Tzikuashvili<br />

is no longer with us All the bright young flames<br />

o f Israel’s sun are dying and I am here speaking<br />

their names to you.<br />

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Wrong Customer<br />

Two yeshiva students have been<br />

arrested on charges of selling<br />

marijuana from the Subway sandwich<br />

store in the center of the city. An<br />

undercover cop arrested the youths<br />

after the policeman purchased NIS 80<br />

worth of the illegal substance under<br />

the counter. The police say the<br />

students, who study at Machon Meir,<br />

purchased a quantity of the drug in<br />

Tel Aviv, for purposes of resale in<br />

Jerusalem.<br />

The boys appeared in court this<br />

week. They adm itted guilt and<br />

expressed remorse to the judge. One<br />

of the students is visiting from the<br />

United States and the other is an<br />

Israeli bom child of emigrants living<br />

in New York.

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Let us be lazy<br />

We’ll spend time in Israel together<br />

We kissed our mothers and packed up our bags<br />

We got our last lay in America<br />

And thought of our nights to come<br />

And we took off to conquer Jerusalem<br />

The Rock Bar it is as we boarded the bus<br />

headed downtown<br />

This fake I.D. is no use to me now<br />

It took 2 weeks for the kids from Bar-Giora<br />

To leave moshav and come to Jerusalem<br />

6 hours of Ulpan<br />

Aich omrim “I’m hung over”<br />

They said if you want a free dinner go to that<br />

guy<br />

Everyone knows that Seidel is a man on a<br />

mission<br />

Come into Goldsmith<br />

You’re walking back into your high school<br />

I’d rather be smoking in Dahab right now<br />

Sunrise on the Golan<br />

We may never be here again<br />

But our hearts stayed back in Jerusalem<br />

Calba Savua, Sergi’s, Cannabis, and Glasnost<br />

Black Hebrews are playing at Arthur’s tonight<br />

Counting the times that we leaned on each<br />

other<br />

The time's come we’re leaving Jerusalem<br />

But we’ll miss our friends here in Jerusalem<br />

And our hearts will stay here in Jerusalem<br />

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Whenever<br />

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fun ...<br />

there's<br />

always<br />

the real<br />

thing!<br />


Smile for the<br />

camera...<br />

Say HUMMUS!<br />


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Hi<br />

Mom!<br />

Down<br />

with the<br />


Oh would you please stop<br />

your complaining?<br />

* H ebrew class at 8:15 A M is not early<br />

enough.<br />

* The attendance policy is too lenient.<br />

* C lasses are too intellectually<br />

stim ulating.<br />

* There aren't enough A m ericans here.<br />

* O ur laundry com es back too clean.<br />

* Israelis are too outgoing.<br />

* There isn't enough bureaucracy here.<br />

* There's too m uch hot w ater in the<br />

showers.<br />

* There are too m any com puters for<br />

e-m ail.<br />

* Gee, this doesn't seem like one big U SY /<br />

Ram ah/Y oung Judea/B B Y O /N FTY<br />

Convention.<br />

—courtesy o f The <strong>Rothberg</strong> Report

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* She’s a babe!....He’s so cute...!<br />

* Boy, do I miss ice<br />

* She’s such a witch! I can’t believe she said<br />

that!<br />

* Ohhhhhh, I haven’t seen you in so long!<br />

(hugs and kisses)<br />

* I don’t know how I got back to my bed, the<br />

last thing I remember is the Arizona<br />

* Wait....You’re not Jewish, so why are you<br />

here?<br />

* You mean, you actually had a job, and<br />

like... worked?<br />

* Are you going to Jeff Seidel’s party?<br />

* My parents cancelled my credit card...do<br />

you think I can still go to Greece?<br />

* I am going to make aliyah and join the<br />

army...now will you go out with me?<br />

Who's got the<br />

matchbox?<br />



* Your teacher gives out his/her home phone<br />

number.<br />

* Your change won’t work in the public<br />

phones.<br />

* The supermarket closes everyday for a<br />

four-hour siesta.<br />

* You can buy milk in a bag.<br />

* Suddenly everyone is old enough to drink.<br />

* Junior high school girls strangely resemble<br />

24 year-olds.<br />

* You start saying things like “Nu?!, Regah,<br />

and B ’seder.”<br />

* Two words : Jeff Seidel<br />

* A donkey crosses the street with you.<br />

* You are wiping your ass with green toilet<br />

paper.<br />

* The library is closed during prime study<br />

hours...who studies anyway?<br />


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because we're<br />

beautiful...<br />

It's cheaper<br />

than a facial at<br />

the Hyatt.<br />


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While visiting Jordan, some people are content with only seeing the ancient city of Petra<br />

in the Southwest part of the country. The ancient city carved in the beautiful red stone, is one of the<br />

world’s most fascinating and awe-inspiring sights. Last October before the price increase, I had the<br />

privilege of seeing Petra, the red city, for only $7 a day. When my 18 year old brother came to visit<br />

me in Israel last December I had a problem. He insisted on seeing Petra but I refused to pay the new<br />

$60 double entrance fee to see a sight that I had already seen.<br />

Despite my financial worries, I gave in and my<br />

brother, Andy, and I proceeded to visit Jordan. Once in<br />

Jordan, we decided to go to Petra on the first night. On the<br />

way to Petra in a smelly, crowded taxi, we met two Australians<br />

who gave us a solution to our problem. They told us<br />

about a bedouin village near Petra and an unguarded road that<br />

led from the village straight into the middle of the ancient<br />

city. The next morning at 5am, knowing nothing more than<br />

to ask a taxi to take us to the bedouin village, Andy and I set<br />

out on our adventure. Once inside the village, having no idea<br />

where to go, we walked in search of the mysterious road<br />

leading to Petra. After climbing down a rocky hill, we<br />

reached a dirt road which we followed. After walking one<br />

kilometer, we reached the middle of Petra! The only problem<br />

was that the plan worked too well. It was 6am and we were<br />

the only people in the place. All of a sudden, two ferocious<br />

dogs started barking. Afraid of being noticed by the Jordanian<br />

police, my brother and I ran at top speed to a hidden cave.<br />

After an hour wait in the cave, we proceeded to see, at no cost,<br />

the most beautiful ancient city in the world.<br />

Two weeks ago, during my parents’ visit, a similar Petra dilemma occurred. I had<br />

miscalculated the amount of money we would need in Jordan, and I feared we would not have enough<br />

money to pay for Petra and all the border taxes. After a family conference, my parents agreed that<br />

if we were short on cash, they would be willing to sneak into Petra with me.<br />

With an inexplicable sense of deja vu, I set out with my parents at 5am for a familiar bedouin<br />

village. Unfortunately, this entrance attempt was not as easy as the last one. My parents, despite their<br />

excellent shape, are not as young as they used to be. Aside from a few sticky situations along the way,<br />

my parents and I reached<br />

Petra unscathed at<br />

around 6:20am and had<br />

a wonderful visit in the<br />

ancient city of stone.<br />

Sure, seeing<br />

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itself. People pay $30 a<br />

day to see the great place.<br />

With a little luck and<br />

some quick thinking, I<br />

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adventures<br />

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one suitcase<br />

one toothbrush<br />

one scrub<br />

one towel<br />

one comb<br />

one tissue<br />

one sud<br />

one flush<br />

one shoe<br />

one bed<br />

one pot<br />

one pillow<br />

one curl of hair<br />

one photo<br />

one song.<br />

one flower to sniff<br />

one lick of ice cream<br />

one hug<br />

one moment alone,<br />

one name<br />

one mind<br />

one soul<br />

one hope<br />

one breath<br />

one heart beat.<br />

one thief,<br />

one chimney,<br />

one reason:<br />

JEW<br />

one survivor,<br />

one Tallis<br />

one siddur<br />

one challah<br />

one mezuzah<br />

one family<br />

one tradition<br />

one bracha<br />

one lulav<br />

one table<br />

one shabbos<br />

one dance<br />

one song<br />

one flame<br />

one Torah<br />

one history<br />

one covenant<br />

one land<br />

one flag<br />

one nation<br />

one Jew<br />

one reason:<br />

G-d.<br />

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us, that w e are<br />

But here, mortality is frighteningly real, especially when standing at the<br />

oineone you used to play in the streets w ith and wondering, if next year, it<br />

you. And 1 thought o f how I had lived in Israel when I was four and that I<br />

never had known why my parents chose to raise their children in the US. And now<br />

I think I know why. And somehow I could still see m yself standing on these same<br />

stones, holding a child in one hand and clutching m y husband with the other, silently<br />

pleading with G-d, hoping that next year, I will still be holding onto them and that it<br />

w on’t be me, putting flowers on another grave.<br />

- Jessica Hope Tam

LET S GO<br />

Independence. The birth of a nation. The<br />

realization of the dream—to be free people in our own<br />

land. What better way to celebrate it than by march ing<br />

up and down Ben Yehuda Street bonking random free<br />

people over the head with plastic toys and drowning<br />

our own land in silly string??<br />

First of all, I want to take back everything I<br />

ever said about feeling sorry for the poor Israeli kids<br />

who go to school six days a week. Once you add in all<br />

the Jewish holidays, they’re only in school like 12<br />

days a year, which explains why they don’t have time<br />

to learn how to aim a hammer. After the 47th or so<br />

drunk 15 year-old missed me with the cushy, squeeky<br />

little hammer head and instead whacked me with the<br />

kryptonite handle part, I found myself longing for the<br />

serene crowds of Mardi Gras, where the only drunk<br />

people wielding hammers are cops.<br />

So, the next morning, still in recovery, my friend and I woke up much too early for any free<br />

people and headed to Ramat Gan as delegates of the vastly underrepresented 9-40 age group at the air<br />

show. For my money, there’s nothing like sitting next to a family with four 7 year-olds to make you really<br />

enjoy those sonic booms. And, after experiencing Israeli Independence Day immediately after the<br />

emotional March of the Living years ago, I wasn’t expecting this day to compare.<br />

But, here’s the funny part: it was one of the most beautiful displays I have ever seen. Now that<br />

we’ve lived here, Independence of the Jewish state has a whole new meaning. Some of us have<br />

experienced, first hand, the horror of a terrorist attack. Some of us have friends who have been killed. And<br />

all of us have felt the overwhelming power of praying at the Kotel, the respect for our tradition, and the<br />

calling of this land, our land. In Israel, these holidays aren’t about long weekend beach trips and hokey<br />

garage sales; they are living reminders of the glory of freedom and the importance of never forgetting.<br />

As I watched fighter planes race through the sky, leaving streams of blue and white in their wake, I felt<br />

an incredible sense of pride in our homeland and a new kinship with all those around me. From all over<br />

the earth, an ecclectic group of people with a common heritage have come to fulfill the dreams of our<br />

foreparents in our Promised Land. It’s enough to make you never want to leave, even if it means living<br />

in Resnick or K-Y forever....well maybe Resnick.<br />

I realized how comfortable and at home I feel among these people, the people of my homeland,<br />

and what a strong sense of security and knowledge of this homeland I will bring back with me to America.<br />

It is an experience you just can not explain or relate; only after witnessing it myself can I now appreciate<br />

what it means to be a free people in our own land.<br />

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thought that Jerusalem w ould be<br />

hom e to a w eekly touch-football<br />

league?<br />

Sure enough, som e o f our overseas<br />

students got up bright and early on<br />

Friday m ornings after a late night out<br />

on the tow n to head to the rag-tag<br />

touch football games.<br />


For those that miss America's national<br />

pastime, they can still play it here.<br />

B usinesses from all over Israel<br />

sponsored softball teams. Some teams<br />

were more competitive than others, but<br />

there was a team out there for everyone<br />

interested. Games were played once a<br />

week at the "Field of Dreams" on<br />

Kibbutz Gezer near Lod.<br />


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When students were finally able to break the yoke<br />

of the <strong>Rothberg</strong> School workload, they were then<br />

faced with the challenge of filling up the rest of the<br />

hours in the day. (Or at least those that were left<br />

over after engaging in Hebrew U's number one<br />

leisure activity—sleeping.) Through the guidance<br />

of the OSA office and other resources, students<br />

were offered many opportunities to volunteer,<br />

intern, or tutor, etc... Whether in the hospitals or<br />

at the Knesset, OYP students had the incredible<br />

opportunity to help contribute to Israeli society.<br />

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It is a morning that I can’t forget. I had been volunteering in the emergency room at Hadassah<br />

Hospital for a couple of months and seen mangled fingers, broken legs, and all kinds of infections. I’d<br />

served breakfast, restocked equipment, and assisted in ECG’s. I’d worked with kids, soldiers, religious<br />

women, and Muslim men. I felt as though I had done a lot in my time there, but I had never experienced<br />

anything like losing a patient.<br />

I was in the coffee room drinking my Nes-Cafe when an announcement on the PA sentthe entire<br />

department buzzing. The emergency room was dealing with a real emergency. I walked out to the main<br />

corridor where most of the beds are located; every doctor had gathered around a single bed. The bed<br />

contained a man; he was in his 60’s. He was just lying there. One doctor held one of those shock things<br />

in each hand, and every so often the patient’s body would fly off the bed as electric current ran through<br />

it. Other doctors took turns pumping his lungs. I wandered in and out of the area, making sure to stay<br />

out of the way and continue on with my own tasks, but I became obsessed. They could not seem to revive<br />

him, he just kept lying there. I couldn’t stand the idea of all these doctors frantically trying every method<br />

they knew to revive him and yet having no<br />

success. I just looked at him. He seemed asleep,<br />

but he was unable to wake up.<br />

I left work with the room in a buzz,<br />

knowing that I was helpless, wishing it wouldn’t<br />

be that way, I spent the next hour crying,<br />

wondering why the world had to be this way. Our<br />

bodies are made to work, not to break down.<br />

Here I wanted to become a doctor, but what was<br />

the point if I couldn’t help somebody who was<br />

dying?<br />

Usually I sit in front of the TV, held in<br />

suspense as to whether the patient will live or die.<br />

Today it was real and I couldn’t deal with it. The<br />

idea of that dead man devastated me. I suppose<br />

in time, I’ll be able to go about my business as<br />

everyone else did there. But in the meantime, it<br />

is a morning that I can not forget.

'I have no right to speak here! I am only a... an assistant delegate... Talk, talk... What are we, this<br />

so-called underground? A congress of blabbermouths? A wind machine? A hundred and eighty<br />

thousand they've taken. Enough to populate a city. Do you understand what's happening? They<br />

are burning. While we drone our way through the agenda. Yes, permit me to put a point on that<br />

agenda. Who is next? You? You? Y our wife? My sister? Thousands herded off to the train station<br />

every day, and the only one I heard resist was a little boy who went mad, and began to yell: "I want<br />

to shoot, I want to steal, I want to eat, I want to be<br />

German!" Why are we all so quiet? The most gentle<br />

bird does not go to death without a scream. It will be<br />

an eternal mystery—why didn't we resist when they<br />

began to resettle us? We should have run out, set fire<br />

to everything in sight, tom down The Wall. You think<br />

talk will save you? You think work will save you?<br />

Bribery? We must defend ourselves. They have taken...<br />

taken... It's time they paid!'<br />

—Rachel, from "The Wall"<br />

Kol Isha, "A Woman's Voice," was a performance<br />

by women and for women only.<br />

Through the expression of their individual<br />

talents (such as singing, acting, instrument<br />

playing, and belly dancing-to name a few),<br />

several women told of the complex yet<br />

humorous events in the lives of a Jewish<br />

mother and her two college age daugthers<br />

in today's society.

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For whatever reasons we came<br />

to Israel, be they cultural, social, or religious,<br />

there is one deep common thread<br />

that brings all of these motives together:<br />

Jerusalem. We all chose to spend an<br />

entire semester or year of college in the<br />

holiest city in the world. Jerusalem is<br />

much more than merely an opportunity to<br />

get away from typical college life. Students<br />

who study here know that the opportunities<br />

to pursue religious education<br />

are boundless.<br />

One of these opportunities is the Beit Midrash<br />

Program at the Hebrew University Hecht Synagogue.<br />

It would be difficult to attribute a single<br />

definition that would encompass all aspects of the<br />

Beit Midrash, and that is much of its beauty.<br />

Briefly, the program is a way for students to learn<br />

about Judaism in an informal, one-on-one atmosphere,<br />

with an advanced learning partner. But the<br />

guidelines end there. Each student decides what<br />

he/she wants to learn, and the topics are limitless.<br />

Students study everything from the significance<br />

of Matzah on Pesach to the most<br />

intricate Talmudic debate. My own experience<br />

in the Beit Midrash began with a philosophical<br />

analysis on the truth of the Torah. From there,<br />

the discussion meandered through the worlds<br />

of Mishnah, Gemara and the Book of Exodus.<br />

One of the most wonderful aspects of the Beit<br />

Midrash is the congenial, no-pressure atmosphere<br />

in which the material is<br />

presented. Even if I have not<br />

found all the answers to my questions,<br />

I was able to pose them in<br />

a warm, open atmosphere.<br />

- Steve Markofsky

Dear Friends!<br />

It’s hard to believe, but this wonderful year has come to its end. We<br />

know you liked living in Jerusalem for this short while, and that you<br />

learned a little about our never-boring reality. Living here is not the<br />

same as watching Israel in the news, and you’ve probably learned that<br />

by now...<br />

Our job was to try to make your time here as easy, interesting, and<br />

wonderful as possible. We did our best. Getting to know you all was<br />

a great pleasure. We wish you all the best and hope to see you again in<br />

the future. In the meantime, please keep in touch!!<br />

As you prepare to leave, we wish you all “shalom” for its three most<br />

perfect meanings:<br />

go with peace<br />

be with peace<br />

and come back with peace.<br />

Good Luck wherever you go and whatever you do.<br />

Your Madrichim.<br />

Inbal ben David<br />

Boaz Barak<br />

Oren Goldberg<br />

Moshik Galanty<br />

Rafi Zinger<br />

Efrat Katz<br />

Karin Shahar<br />

Ronen Leibowitz<br />

Noa Mendelson<br />

Yikrat Sidi<br />

Shirley Fisher<br />

Tracy Rosky<br />

Yonathan Reifen

D ear Students,<br />

T his past year I have enjoyed w orking w ith<br />

and for the students o f the R othberg School. This<br />

year specifically, the student com m ittee took on an<br />

even greater role and helped m ake m y jo b and that o f<br />

the m adrichim m uch easier. I am very proud o f the<br />

com m ittee and w ould like to thank each o f its m em ­<br />

bers for a jo b w ell done this year.<br />

I hope all o f you enjoyed your stay in israel<br />

and w ill be returning in the near future. Please look<br />

me up, m y door w ill alw ays stay open to all o f you.<br />

Good Luck.<br />

Hofy H afouta, O S A D irector<br />

O n b eh alf o f all the students,<br />

T h a n k Y o u to a ll th e<br />

M adrichim for the tim e and<br />

energy you put in to m ake our<br />

year so m em orable.<br />

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Introducing...<br />


June 3-24, 1996<br />



For only $600 U.S.!<br />

Includes round-trip airfare from New York or Los<br />

Angeles,room and board,seminars,touring and more<br />

Co-sponsored by Dor Le Dor and Jerusalem Kibbutz<br />

For more information contact:<br />

Charles Lebow, P.O. Box 14503, Jerusalem. E-Mail: heritage@jer1.co.il<br />

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or call 201-916-0770<br />

Some Place,<br />

Some Where,<br />

Some Time,<br />

When you least expect it somone may walk up to you and say<br />

"For Shabbes -- Do you have a place?"<br />

Thank you so much for a tremendous year and allowing me to<br />

of your year in Israel.<br />

be apart<br />

Please keep in touch, Jeff<br />

1/15 Hameshoririm St., Old City, Jerusalem, ISRAEL<br />

972-2-288-338 PH/FAX E-Mail: jseidel@jerl.co.il

The Hebrew University<br />

Student's Union<br />

The Hebrew University’s Student Union wishes to thank all of the students of the<br />

Overseas School. Our aim has been to assist all Student Union members with any<br />

problems that presented themselves over the course of the year. Again this year,<br />

we enjoyed an excellent working relationship with the overseas school’s Student<br />

Committee. We hope that you had a great study abroad experience here in Israel<br />

and were able to enjoy the parties, speakers and other activities that we sponsored<br />

over the course of the year. We also hope that we were helpful in fostering more<br />

positive interaction between the Israeli and Overseas students.<br />

Wishing you the best in the future.<br />

Sincerely,<br />

Assaf Boteach<br />

Chairman of the Hebrew University Student Union<br />


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Located in the heart of Jerusalem, the Center serves as a religious, cultural, and<br />

educational focal point for Israelis, as well as visitors from abroad.<br />

We hope you enjoyed and found meaning in the extra curricular activities of our<br />

"Center on Campus” program, and wish you much success with your future plans.<br />

Returning to North America? Be sure to look up our affiliate United Synagogue<br />

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

our North American office: 180 N. Michigan Ave., Suite 1710, Chicago, IL<br />

60601, (Tel: 312-726-1802 or Fax: 312-726-1820).<br />

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

Aliyah, please look us up and consider us always your home away from home.<br />

JDNnnnb, Rabbi Edward S. Romm.

Some had travelled three times<br />

Some had voyaged four<br />

And there, of course, were those of<br />

us who never came before.<br />

Nonetheless, a new beginning<br />

awaited one and all<br />

But still some things would never<br />

change<br />

Our parents said to call.<br />

So off we went to live our dream<br />

to study in Israel<br />

And though we would be far from<br />

home<br />

At least we’d have E-mail.<br />

It took hours on the airplane<br />

We had to sleep and make<br />

But somehow the adrenaline kept<br />

us wide awake.<br />

We paired off with new roommates<br />

We hoped it would work well<br />

And before we knew it, we had<br />

arrived in Kiryat Ha Yovel.<br />

We couldn’t wait to travel<br />

To Eilat w e’d go and tan<br />

But before that would be possible<br />

w e’d have to take Ulpan.<br />

Some spoke Hebrew fluently<br />

Some could ask for mayim<br />

And those of us who knew<br />

Shalom, were placed in Aleph<br />

Shtayim.<br />

We quickly learned the city<br />

With the shuk we did acquaint<br />

And soon we swallowed rugelach<br />

with barely a restraint.<br />

We bussed to Ben Yahuda<br />

And walked home from the Wall<br />

And when we wanted candy, we<br />

went to Supersol.<br />

We learned the ropes in Israel<br />

But still we can’t condone<br />

The rudeness of the bureaucrats at<br />

Bezek Telephone.<br />

We fell in love with Israel<br />

And learned to sing Hatikvah<br />

There were a few of us who even<br />

visited a mikve.<br />

We travelled every weekend<br />

Many sheckles we did spend<br />

And our bank accounts shared a<br />

downward sloping trend.<br />

We called home to our parents<br />

We said we’re strapped for cash<br />

But then we went to Dahab to<br />

smoke a little hash.<br />

Our teachers gave us homework<br />

We put it off till later<br />

But still we felt intelligent each<br />

time we said “Beseder."<br />

It’s amazing to consider the<br />

amount by which we grew<br />

We’re older and we’re wiser<br />

And, ironically we’re brand new.<br />

Our time abroad has come and<br />

gone<br />

But our friends we will hold dear<br />

A final evening on the town, and<br />

another final tear.<br />

It hurts when after all this fun<br />

We’ll say good bye to them<br />

Until, of course, we plan to meet<br />

“Next Year in Jerusalem."<br />

—Robert Nislick<br />

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A year in review at Hebrew 0.<br />

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