1994-1995 Rothberg Yearbook

THE BUDGET GUIDE TO
ROTHBERG
1994-95
SOMEWHAT IFDA1ED AND COMF1E1ELY FIA8IABIIED A
Including DAHAB, PETRA,
and the newly autonomous
regions of GAZA and JERICHO

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The Rothberg School
For Overseas Students
Hebrew University, NIL Scopus
Goldsmith Building
Jerusalem, Israel
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ROTHBERG
The Budget Guide to Overseas Study
at Hebrew University
1994-95
Glenn Kaminsky, editor
Elisa Rotman, assistant editor
Marcus Klein, assistant editor
DISCLAIMER:
This yearbook has been produced by the students of the Rothberg School. The
opinions contained herein do not in any way, shape, or form, reflect the
opinions of the staff or administration of the Rothberg School. This book will
self destruct in 30 seconds...
This yearbook is a parody of the Let’s Go guides produced by the Harvard Student Agencies, INC. It pertains only
to the overseas students at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem, 1994-95. It is not to be used as a guidebook,
although we could have used one.
Produced by Gefen Publishing House, Ltd.

Orientation
Perched serenely atop scenic Har Hatzofim (Mount
Scopus) sits the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, an
institution dedicated to the pursuit o f higher learning.
The majority o f classes for Overseas students are
housed in lovely, extremely secure, and lavishly
decorated Goldsmith building. Although the
cramped hallways tend to remind some of High
School, once one sets foot into the recently-renovated
cafeteria, and technologically advanced computer
lab, one cannot help but be awestruck. The library is fully-stocked with a tremendous array of reading
materials for any variety of interests. Be sure to get there early, though, as seating space may be hard
to come by. Students often find themselves leaving Goldsmith in a state of euphoria, wowed by the level
o f intellectual stimulation they encountered within.
Documents
Passport - During your time abroad, your passport will collect numerous funky stamps in indecipherable
foreign languages. Each time you enter and exit Israel you will be grilled about everything from your date
o f birth to what, if any, weaponry or other contraband you are planning to expropriate across international
borders. Do your best to assure that you don’t lose your passport or let your visa expire, unless you have
a burning desire to experience Israeli bureaucracy at its finest. Just a warning to those carrying an Israeli
passport, you may be snatched up by the IDF at any point and never seen again.
Student Identification - While in Israel your International Student I.D. card (ISIC) will have limited use.
To truly reap the benefits you must first leave the country and secondly learn the phrase “Do you have
a student price?” in any languages you may encounter. Students can obtain ISIC’s at ISSTA travel,
conveniently located just centimeters from the entrance to Golsmith, if you can only make it past Jeff
Seidel. Once inside, students can take advantage of ISSTA’s “don’t look, don’t tell” policy to assume
any age or identity that they wish.
Money
US $1 = 2.95 NIS NISI = US $.33
UK £1 =4.61 NIS NISI = UK £.22
CD N $1 = 2.16 NIS NISI = CDN $.46
AUS $1 =2.15 NIS NISI = AUS $.47
Israeli cu rrency is the N ew Israeli Shekel (not to be confused w ith the Old Israeli Shekel, the New
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
can find a B ank H apoalim 2000 that has not been fire-bom bed by peeved C haredim or w hose service is
n o t “T em porarily U navailable to Y ou.” C redit cards are nifty toys - spend now and your parents pay later,
‘n u ff said. F or an easy, but not neccessarily legal, w ay to exchange your cash or travelers checks, talk
to A sher at the K ent Stand centrally located at K ikar Tzion (Little A m erica).

Packing
You will be amazed at the innumerable ways to circumvent the two bag/70 lbs. maximum. Most students
adhere to the philosophy of “if it fits, take it...if it doesn’t fit, take it anyway, or get a bigger bag. “ But,
truly, don’t fret too long if you manage to somehow leave your favorite pair of jeans in your closet, cause
Uncle Howard and Aunt Martha can surely fit it in with them when they arrive on the UJA/B’nai Brith/
Federation trip in just a few weeks.
Crazy? Hey, You Never Know
On the door of the reception office at Jerusalem’s Kfar Shaul Psychiatric Hospital, someone has posted a bumper
sticker popular among a faction of Orthodox Jews that reads PREPARE FOR THE COMING OF THE MESSIAH.
To hear some patients tell it, the Messiah is already on the premises.
Kfar Shaul is a kind of holding pen for victims of the so-called Jerusalem’s Syndrome, an affection of tourists
who, overwhelmed by the city’s intense spiritual evocations, become convinced that they are the Saviour or some
other biblical figure, or that they have been given a special message by God. There was the bearded Italian whom
police found wandering in the hills around Bethlehem, dressed in a sack, with cloth bags for shoes and New
Testament in hand, unaware that it was snowing, convinced he was Jesus Christ. And the angry German who phoned
police to complain that his hotel’s kitchen staff had prevented him from preparing the Last Supper. And the naked,
sword-wielding man who ran through the Old City on what he explained to arresting officers was a mission to heal
the blind.
So powerful are Jerusalem’s psychic ethers that Kfar Shaul see 50 such patients a year. About half are from North
America, usually the U.S., and the remainder come mainly from Western Europe. Cases are equally split between
Christians and Jews; the city’s few Muslim tourists have so far managed to keep their wits intact. According to Moshe
Kalian, a psychiatrist at Kfar Shaul, Jerusalem Syndrome may be set off by the thrill of visiting a place previously
known only as a sublime dream- “like a movie star fan who suddenly gets to
kiss his idol.” Or sufferers may fall victim to the disappointment of
discovering that Jerusalem is also an earthly place, complete with strip malls
and traffic jams. “Unwilling to accept that reality,” Kalian explains, “they
withdraw from it.” Most have a history of mental problems.
At times, Kfar Shaul has housed two or three messiahs at once. “But they
don’t fight about it,” says Kalian. “They are so sure that they are each the one
and that the others will be revealed sooner or later as frauds.” The hospitals
job is not to cure the patients but to calm them down, sometimes with
antipsychotic drugs, so that they may return home and be treated in a more
familiar environment. There have been few escapes from the facility, notably
that of “Samson,” a burly Canadian who demonstrated his Old Testament
credentials by ripping the metal grille off a ward window. A hospital staff
member spotted him at a bus station and brought him back without incident.
The folks who live nearby are generally aware of the hospital’s functional
times perhaps overly so. Recently locals brought in an elderly woman who,
hysterically and speaking only Greek, was assumed to be stricken with
Jerusalem Syndrome. In fact she was a tourist who had simply taken the
wrong bus and wound up in an unfamiliar neighborhood. Upset, yes, but no
immediate danger of assuming divinity.
—Lisa Beyer, TIME Magazine

LET'S GO
GETTING THERE
By Plane
A popular choice amongst overseas students
is the Jewish geography laden group flight.
Possible carriers include Israel’s pride, El-Al,
Tower Air (don’t forget your tefillin), and British
Airways. Fourteenhoursmightseem likeadrag,
but check into free alcohol possibilities. Hey!
Everybody’s legal in the air! Try and keep the
partying to a minimum on the plane because the
stewardesses aren’t exactly as lenient as Carol
Brady!
Mazel Tov! You finally landed in Ben Gurion
International Airport. Where are the people
singing and welcoming us with flowers? Well,
the trip has just begun, and we’re already
schvitzing from the humidity. Don’t get too
scared when you exit the plane and find yourself
outside instead of inside a terminal. As you
squeeze into the stuffy shuttle, attempt to stay
calm. The bus will take you to the passport
center, where the fun begins. Welcome to the
Land o f Holy Tobacco Smoke. Attempt to find
your luggage through the puffs of pollution,
massive luggage carts (free of charge), and
pushy people. This is where you get your first
Hebrew lesson. Slee-ch-ahhh, slee-ch-ahhh! Yes,
this means get the hell out of my way! With this
one multi-purpose word under your belt, you ’ re
on your way to ulpan!
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10 Reasons Why T
Loved Ulpan
10. N othing like getting up at 7 AM
everyday
9. 25 hours o f H ebrew a week —
A izah Kef!
8. Learning so m any practical,
useful phrases (too bad I couldn't
understand w hat the hell people
said back to me)
7. N othing m uch better to do
6. Feeling like I was really subm
erged in Israeli culture
5. U lpan teachers are a great introduction
to "real Israeli" attitude
4. Dikduk!!!
3. Got to hear about m y classmates'
fam ilies again and again
2. A rik E instein songs
1. W hat's U lpan?

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A DAY IN THE LIFE
7:30 A M - R ise and Shine! H ey, forget the
hangover ... you have to be bright and
cheery for six hours o f fun, fun, fun.
7:45 A M - G ourm et breakfast o f neon atom ic
jelly and soggy hard-boiled eggs.
8 :1 5 - 2 PM - U m ,... w hatever.
2:30 PM - N ap tim e in the big bright sun.
Y ou’ve w orked too hard, definitely need a
rest.
4 PM - A ttem pt som e hebrew hom ew ork, but
som ehow letters seem w ay m ore im portant.
5 PM - A aaaah...show er tim e...that sticky
gross layer needs to com e off. The great
thing about the show er is that w hile you're
getting clean the hallw ay carpet is getting
clean as well.
6 PM - M eet friends at "Pizza Hut" for a
delectable dinner o f cheese toast, pancake,
or pizza. Your choice!
8:30 PM - T im e for living —a couple o f beers are sounding aw fully good...
9:30 - 11:00 PM - G etting pitchers at everyone's favorite place "The Rock" (hey, you
know you've been there once...)
12:45 A M - If you're not hanging out or w aiting for the phone, you're probably cruising
to bed.
L yla Tov!
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Centrally located in the north-eastern part of
Jerusalem, only an hours walk or 20 minute
bus ride from the center of town, budget oncampus
accommodations are available to most
ofthe university's students. Due to the campus'
excellent view of the beautiful West Bank,
advanced reservations are recommended since
these luxurious dorms fill up quickly. Most
students are housed in Resnick, with Moadon
12 1/2 and the spacious, fully stocked Co-op
dividing the upper section from the lower.
When entering one of the buildings, don't
forget to bring a leash for the jukim
(cockroaches). Each of the building's floors
contains a sparkling bathroom which may or
may not be stocked with green toilet paper and
is guaranteed to be free of a shower curtain.
Grab a top shelf in one of the fridges to avoid
that damn drippage from the shelf above. And
don't plan on preparing a seven-course meal -
- finding even one burner that works can be a
challenge. Clearly, the pride and joy of eveiy
floor is the elaborate j acuzzi, minus the bubbles
and jets, of course.
Why do we call the dorms Resnick and Idelson,

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Just down the road, across from the Hyatt
Regency and friendly Arab felafel stands, lie
the Idelson suites. These four and six person
pseudo apartments give fearless grad students
and a few daring undergrads the joyous
opportunity to live in close quarters with
Israelis. As an added attraction, one may be
awakened by the sounds of screaming nursery
school students or roosters calls at the first
crack of dawn.
The only requirements for living in
Guatemala are a Hofshi-Hodshi and patience
on the 26. The 45 minute joy-ride to school
gets a bit monotonous but after a hard day's
work, the residents of K-Y thank G-d for the
close proximity of the Supersol, the Kanyon,
and the Biblical Zoo. Many cats can be found
patrolling the dorms and despite their nasty
appearance, residents keep them well fed.
Finally, those lucky enough to get out of the
dorms, live in various locals around the city.
TV's and ovens make their apartments oh so
grand. It pays to make friends with them!
if all the signs say Maiersdorf and Bronfman?

LET S GO
Keeping in Touch
Communicating with the
folks back home can be done
relatively easily via electronic mail.
This is the m ost efficient and
inexpensive way to keep tabs on
loved ones across the ocean;
however, one must expect long waits
{really long w aits), broken
computers, and keyboards lacking
crucial parts such as space bars and
the letter “e.” Also, don’t be
surprised if your machine decides
to take a nap two paragraphs into
the m essage, or
switch into Hebrew
after you just spent
45 minutes telling
your best friends
about your
adventures in Jordan.
Despite all o f the
hassle, e-mail can
keep you connected
to the rest of the world
and it sure costs less
than a phone call!!
To: Best.Friend@mycollege.usa.uk.aust.edu
cc: Mom.Dad@home.com
From: MSOYP@spinach.mscc.huji.ac.il
Subject: Greetings from The Holy Land
Sorry I haven’t written in so long —things have been pretty
hectic around here. In between classes (?), I have been doing
a lot of travelling. I was in Turkey last week, Jordan the
week before and I’ll be exploring the wonders of Egypt this
coming weekend. Rough life, huh? I heard it’s still snowing
there —were you the one who said "why Israel?". Oh, yeah,
how were midterms and that 35-page history paper? Was all
that stress really worth it? Well, I better go, there
are about 15 people waiting for this computer. Maybe I’ll
take a walk to The Old City. It sure is beautiful out today.
Say hi to everybody for me and be in touch...

LET'S GO
Excited by the pending
shabbat rendezvous with the
fashion conscious studentit,
the young gentleman enlightens
her: “we’re going to walk
to the old city, so dress appropriately.”
It was therefore
with mixed feelings that she
methim on Shabbat bedecked
in: 3 inch heeled “israeli” platforms,
a skirt which barely
covered the thighs, and a t-
shirt which had obviously belonged
to her 12 year old sister
and had then shrunk in the
wash.

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1 garlic clove, chopped 1
1 tsp. ground cumin 5 ml
V2 tsp. cayenne pepper 2 ml
salt
1A cup flour 50 ml
oil for deep frying
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m ix them w e ll -with the coria n d er, g arlic, c u m in , cayenne
pep p er and salt. A d d the flo u r and m ix th o rou gh ly. From the
re su ltin g dough, m ake sm a ll b a lls about Y/« in ch e s (3 cm .) in
dia m e ter. P ou r o il into a pan and heat it to 375'F. (190°C). A
few at a tim e , deep fry the b a lls for tw o to three m inu tes,
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LET S GO
For an unforgettable shopping encounter,
be sure to swing by the Shu k
at Mahane Yehuda. This is no ordinary
market. There are no check out
counters with nice orderly lines here.
Push your way to the cashier or you
may find yourself continuously
steamrolled by those aggressive 70
year-old Sabras. They have no mercy.
Neither do the kiosk owners. Don’t
even try to buy just one or you may
quickly learn some selectnew hebrew
slang. This could be the only market
in the world where the salesmen refuse
to sell to you if they don’t like you.
But don’t let that hinder your bargaining;
there are no fixedprices here
and ask for a student discount cause they don’t take American Express. Keep your eyes open for fish flopping
out of their racks at your feet, and request the chickens without the heads. Don’t you dare leave without some
steaming hot pita and a kilo of chocolate Rugalach from Marzipan. And, by the w ay.. what the hell is a kilo,
anyway?
pie
To Buy at the Shuk:
tomatoes
27 rolls of toilet paper (cause you can’t get
any less)
Jaffa Gold oranges
Chicken (preferably without head and
webbed feet)
chocolate rugelach (Marzipan!!)
Pomello
Hangers
Tupperware
PITA
62 eggs (see above, TP)
pillow
the kitchen sink (if not here, where?)

LET'S GO
Let's face it, folks, we here at Hebrew U. love Italian food. And we're sure that all of you
have at some point said to your mothers, "Gee mom, can't we have pasta every night?" Well
now, thanks to the yearbook staff you can, as we present to you...
THE PASTA WEEK!!!
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What you'll need: 1 pot, water, salt, pasta (and six hours for the water to boil)
Directions: Boil water in pot. Add salt and pasta. Stir and cook on medium heat until tender
but firm (about ten minutes). Drain and serve.
Monday
Pasta Italiana
Make pasta (see above)
Add 1 can of tomato sauce
Serve
Tuesday
Macaroni & Cheese
Make Pasta
Add Cheese
Serve
Wednesday
Veggie Pasta
Make Pasta
Mix in chopped vegetables
Serve
Thursday
Friday
Pot Luck Pasta
Shabbat Pasta
Make Pasta
Add chicken
Add whatever is in fridge soup mix to
Serve
boiling water
Serve
Saturday
Pasta Sandwich
Make Pasta
Stuff into Pita
Serve
Sunday
Pasta Salad
Make pasta.
Mix in canned peas, com,
mayo, and tuna
Serve
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’’MASADA SHOULD NOT FALL AGAIN”
Drink lots of H20 (a must:
3 liters)
Try to eat nutrititous foods
(schnitzel)
Avoid overextending yourself
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F ood: W hile m o st A m erican s eat
turkey and cranberry sauce, in Israel
w e feasted on B loody M ary sorbet and
pum pkin soup!
E ntertainm ent: B allroom and Israeli
D ancing w ith m usic by M ichael

LET S GO
Question for a Non-Jew
It w as there, on the ro o f o f an apartm
ent w ithin the Jew ish Q uarter o f the
Old C ity that I found the answ er. Picture
it. The air is w arm and the sky is clear
except for the colors caused by the setting
sun. N ot far
from w here I am ,
the D om e o f The
R o c k s ile n tly
stands. N earby,
Jew ish children
can be seen and
h e a rd p la y in g
cheerfully. Soon
th e so u n d o f
M uslim s praying
weaves its w ay in
w hile bells from
churches begin to ring. A nd there I sat,
thousands o f m iles from hom e w ith the
sights and sounds o f Israel all around me.
“W hy Israel?” ...sunsets and sunrises,
deep blue skys and w aters. “W hy Israel?”
...m en w ith payot are dressed in
black running for busses w hich are pulling
aw ay, colorful succahs on every balcony
add a new dim ension to the golden
stone. The questioning continues...”W hy
Israel?” ...the quiet beauty o f the Golan,
children outside o f shul playing w ith
pogs - prizes from their kosher m eal at
B urger King. “W hy Israel?” ...pregnant
w om en in long
sk irts p u sh in g
s tro lle rs w ith
m any child ren
by th e ir sid e.
T h e b u s tlin g
shuk w ith fresh
pitot and cheap
rugelach. “W hy
Israel?” ...cashiers
w ith tim e to
sp a re fo r a
frie n d ly c h at.
Sonic Boom s. Sirens signaling Shabbat
and m om ents o f rem em berance. N ight
skys saturated w ith stars.. .’’W hy Israel?”
Forgive me, but I am tired o f the
question. W hile people m ay be biased,
sig h ts and sounds are not. B aruch
Hashem .
—Brendon Speller
Do you believe in
Santa Claus?

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Ben Yehuda Street - The main boardwalk of
the holy city is home to a potpourri (I love that
word) of random street performers and entertainers.
English is the language of choice
making it easy to bargain for your presents for
friends and to find the nearest bathroom. Any
type of food under the sun from Mexican to
Chinese to authentic Israeli felafel can satisfy
the pallet (Just don’t go to Blues Brothers).
Small-town style bars line the cobblestone
streets offering a full array of dirt-cheap happy
hours. Try the Blue Hole Pub or ask Lee or
Stacy to beer you at the Rock on Yoel Solomon.
The Russian Compound - Not far from the
glitz of Ben Yehuda lies a square block of bars
offering something for every taste (except the
Orgasms at Hershele’s, Cutler!) From relaxing
to the sounds of mellow Jazz to grooving to
the music of local bands (LUBA!!), the Russian
Compound is the makom of choice for a
birthday celebration (at least once a week for
the Californians) or just your average Thursday
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Talpiyot - For those night owls still standing come
1,2 AM, Talpiyot’s wide array of dance clubs, full
of greasy-haired Arsim, tight clothes, and eightinch
platform shoes, may fit the bill. Although the
bill tends to be an expensive one at Voodoo, Sing
Sing, Decadence, etc., the loud Israeli techno and
expensive drinks can certainly make the night turn
quickly into morning.
Moadon HaYekev(The Winery) - Also located in
Talpiyot, but worthy of separate mention is the
Moadon HaYekev. Funny thing about this place,
most people wake up the next morning not exactly
knowing what happened the previous night. Cheesy
Israeli singing, dancing on tables, shaking tambourines,
and pounding bad Israeli wine combines to
make an always-entertaining evening on the town.
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If I forget thee, Jerusalem,
Then let my right be forgotten.
Let my right be forgotten, and my left remember.
Let my left remember, and your right close
And your mouth open near the gate.
I shall remember Jerusalem
And forget the forest-my love will remember,
Will open her hair, will close my window,
Will forget my right,
Will forget my left.
If the west wind does not come
I'll never forgive the walls,
Or the sea, or myself.
Should my right forget,
My left shall forgive,
I shall forget all water,
I shall forget my mother.
If I forget thee Jerusalem,
Let my blood be forgotten.
I shall touch your forehead,
Forget my own,
My voice change
For the second time and last time
To the most terrible of voices—
Or silence.
—Yehuda Amichai

"If I forget thee oh Jerusalem; Let my right hand w ither..." Forget Jerusalem? I think that is an impossibility.
Less than one year in this city and it has captured my heart and soul. Studying at Hebrew University this year was
not my first trip to Israel, numerous times I had sat on tour busses as they followed the winding roads over the
mountains and into the breathtaking instance where all you see is Jerusalem Stone. That is the instance when your
heart says, I am home. In fact, my arrival here this year was more impressive than the others. The sherut from Ben-
Gurion brought myself and a number of other students into the city during the first hours of sunlight. Even now, eight
months later, I can still feel the crisp morning air, soon to turn prickly with August heat. I cannot negate the comfort
of knowing that here I would stay a year in the center of the world.
Judaism holds Jerusalem to be the most holy city, the heart of the rest of the planet. Indeed, if you took all
the continents and squeezed them into one land mass (as they were thousands of years ago), Israel would be in the
center and Jerusalem at its heart. But I, small and insignificant in the history of Earth, could not fathom that as I sat
on the steps waiting for Goldsmith to open, wondering where I could get some breakfast. Rather, I pondered on the
city for its value as sacred to Judaism, Christianity, and Islam, and to
its place as a much sought after political prize. A religious and
political gold mine was at our fingertips. Now all we needed was to
take the time to appreciate it.
When did I first feel the electrical charge of love for this
sacred city? Certainly not those first few months of ulpan. I trudged
around campus in the melting heat. I struggled through a public
transportation system and methods of shopping I had not imagined
myself using. Only by leaving could I recognize the concreteness of
my union. I spent part o f Succoth in Egypt. A fun-filled eight day tour;
and yet, that last leg into Jerusalem was glorious to me. My heart beat
with joy and I was refreshed. For ever shall stay with me the
impressions o f getting off the bus an hour before Shabbas as the first
light rain of the season began to fall. My entire soul lightened. Home.
That was where I was. Home. The city for which generations of my
ancestors had pined for.
As the year closes and I think o f what it is that I shall most
remember about my year in Israel, my mind constantly wanders back
to the joy o f Jerusalem. I wonder if I can survive without her. I have
an addiction to Jerusalem. Seeing the sharp contrast of Ben Yehuda
street and Mea Shearim, so close and yet so far from one another,
being able to go to the Kotel without a second thought, and feeling a
sense o f peace throughout the city as the Shabbas Queen enters, all
these are and will forever be a part o f me.
—Carolyn Reid 31

A popular form of transportation around the
Jerusalem area is Egged buses. Although they
are slightly slower than
crazed taxi drivers, buses
o ffer an affo rd ab le
opportunity to see small
n eig h b o rh o o d s at
lightening fast speeds. If
you see your bus
ap p ro ach in g but not
stopping, d o n ’t be
discouraged; occasionally
the driver may not feel
like picking you up.
However, if you manage
to be one of the lucky ones
to squeeze in at the last
minute, watch your limbs
as the door may close on
you rather viciously. Once on the bus, be aware
that the driver may opt not to use the road at
times, causing pedestrians to scurry off the
sidewalk and into nearby bushes. However,
drivers have excellent depth perception, teasing
each other with who can come the closest without
scraping paint off of an
adjacent bus. Prices can
vary depending on the
type o f ticket you
purchase, but the most
economical way to travel
is by posing as a 17 yearold
or younger (don’t
forget to figure out what
year you were bom in,
drivers are aware of this
trick). Andifyougetthe
chance, try the 23 Alef,
an express bus through
E ast Jerusalem.
Experienced riders say
the excursion, lasting
about 45 seconds, can be very enlightening.
Whatever bus you do decide to ride, have fun -
public transportation has never been such an
adventure.

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Sitting on the grass in the blazing heat outside the Resnick dormitories, it feels as if we have been here
forever, and yet the time seems to have flown by. Can it really be that eleven weeks ago we were unceremoniously
dumped outside our dormitories in the pouring rain with no idea where to go or what would happen.
So what has happened? Most of us take five or six lectures a week ranging from "Historical Geography
of Jerusalem" to "Zionism," as well as several hours of Hebrew on top of that. It may sound heavy but most
students agree that there is a good balance between actual learning and a chance to explore and express one's own
views. Many discussions invariably continue outside the classroom well into the small hours of the morning.
But it is not all work, work, work! There are countless opportunities to participate in other aspects of
university life; from acting in the musical "Blood Brothers" to studying in the Bet Midrash programme. The only
problem is fitting it all into a 24 hour day. Several of us have taken it upon ourselves to form soccer teams or
join the gym, but for the energetically challenged, the BASP Lethargy Contingent, there are such options as
Hamentashen baking or coffee evenings with live bands.
There is also ample opportunity to explore both Jerusalem
and Israel on the weekends and a BASPer can generally be
found in most cities around Israel - especially if there's free
food and washing facilities available.
Being at Hebrew University is an incredible opportunity
in itself, but the group experience is what has made it
special for all of us. The British and Australian contingents
jelled immediately and the bond between the BASPers is one
which may well last the rest of our lives (as long as political and
religious opinions can be put aside).
At the risk of sounding corny, it really is the experience
of a lifetime and we think you'd be hard put to find a BASPer
who wouldn't agree.
—Caroline Laitner & Gaby Kruger
Government and Politics
The Rothberg School for Overseas Students is an isolated
province in the Hebrew University realm. Its location, official
language, attendance policy and student make-up create an
unofficial demarcation between it and its mandate power.
The school’s policies and laws derive from a group of elite
nobles (who they are nobody knows). The policies are carried
out by an intricate web of bureaucrats. At the bottom of this
complex system of hierarchies falls the Student Committee, an
organization dedicating to voicing (in vain) OYP student needs
and ideas.

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“Mom, it’s impossible for me not to take the
buses here... ”
“Of course, I ’m being safe, Dad. Do you
think I stroll around the Arab quarterjust for
fun...”
“But, all of my friends have been to Cairo no
problem... ”
“Just don’t worry. I ’m 21 now, Mom... ”
If any or all o f these phrases remind you o f
conversations you’ve had w ith parents or
friends over the course o f your stay in the
Holy land, you are not alone. We all watched
the news and followed events more closely
before coming to Israel, attempting to imagine
what it would be like. And, unfortunately, as
prepared as we all may have been in our own
minds, we were wrong. N one o f us were prepared
for the bom bing o f the popular #5 bus at D izengoff
Center. Or the attack at Beit Lid killing scores o f 18,
19, and 20 year-old soldiers. None o f us were prepared
to cower in the com er o f a downtown Jerusalem bar
while soldiers chased armed terrorists through the
alleys. N one o f us expected to be so close. Back at
home, in our sheltered world o f Volvo sedans cruising
through suburbia, we are never confronted with Uzis
on the streets and hatred bubbling up through any and
every crack in the Jerusalem stone.
Yet, life goes on. This is what Israelis say. W hat else
can they say? W hat else can they do? We can leave
this place. Our short jaunt into the harsh reality of
terror can end just like that. But, in truth, it does not
end there. It lives on within us, the memory does.
Issues of vulnerability
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The memory o f each and every teenage soldier whose
youth and innocence was uprooted by insanity. The
memory o f every kibbutznik, family man, high school
student, or m other o f four so cruelly taken from their
friends and families at the hands o f enraged lunatics
ready to see the other side. For what?
These memories go back with us along with all of
our souvenirs and worldly possessions. They take up
no suitcase space, but definitely fill somewhere else.
They fill that place with a sense o f grief, sorrow, and
most o f all, confusion. However, despite it all, like
Israelis, we cannot help but be filled with a sense of
hope as well. A sense that maybe all the pain that
envelops us right now is only an obstacle along the
road to peace. True peace.
Next time I talk to my mom, I know
what I’m going to tell her. I will say
that, despite all the ups and downs,
pain and confusion, there is no place
in the world I would feel safer. No
place that I ’d rather be. Israel.
We would like to dedicate this
space to all of those that have
died along the treacherous road
toward peace. Our thoughts
are always with them and with
th eir fa m ilies. A nd their
memories form a vital piece of
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my head crushed his pillow, and my feet
drank the chill from his floor. Was he
among the m urdered, this only son o f my friends?
No, he was not in N etanya in the third week
of January, he was not in Tel Aviv, not
in Israel, not in the M iddle East at all.
Then let us not speak his name, not even
in a whisper: w ho are we to trust the gods
or the unseen powers? M y friends shall keep
their son, and I will sleep w ithout dreaming.
But who were these young soldiers? Rafael
Mizrahi, Yehiel Sharvit, Yuval Tuvya-how did
they live and what did they live for? A month
earlier, in Jerusalem, I saw tw o soldiers at ease
at the Haas Promenade. They were there to guard
children and the teachers o f these children
and Uzis hung at their backs in stark diagonals.
They looked like soldiers, but I could see
they were really older brothers and would-be
boyfriends, and one joked with the teacher
whose clouds o f copper hair outshone the mid-day
sun; the other ate his lunch and half-sprawled
in the scorched grass. I saw their sisters
and cousins in the Judean Desert, in the spillway
o f light that opened into dark, conflicted Jericho,
and they were waiting in the alleyways o f the Old
City where tribes o f tourists materialized from
stone and filled their arms with Yemenite jew elry
and Druse cloth. I understand, but who was Gilad
Gaon? who Eran Gueta? who was David Hasson?
who Eitan Peretz? I saw them in Abu Ghosh,
wolfing down hummus
in olive oil, small hills o f falafel. And they
were at the bus terminal in Tel Aviv, hauling
their battered duffels at the Baha’i Shrine in Haifa
keeping watch in the sacred gardens and I saw
them anointed with fire in the sunset that blossomed
over Ashkelon. But you know these words are lies
and your hearts are not fooled by my stories
for Yaron Blum is dead Hie Dagan is dead
Amir Hirchenson is dead Anan Kadur is dead
Maya Kopstein is dead Soli Mizrahi is dead
Avi Salto is no longer with us Daniel Tzikuashvili
is no longer with us All the bright young flames
o f Israel’s sun are dying and I am here speaking
their names to you.
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Wrong Customer
Two yeshiva students have been
arrested on charges of selling
marijuana from the Subway sandwich
store in the center of the city. An
undercover cop arrested the youths
after the policeman purchased NIS 80
worth of the illegal substance under
the counter. The police say the
students, who study at Machon Meir,
purchased a quantity of the drug in
Tel Aviv, for purposes of resale in
Jerusalem.
The boys appeared in court this
week. They adm itted guilt and
expressed remorse to the judge. One
of the students is visiting from the
United States and the other is an
Israeli bom child of emigrants living
in New York.

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We kissed our mothers and packed up our bags
We got our last lay in America
And thought of our nights to come
And we took off to conquer Jerusalem
The Rock Bar it is as we boarded the bus
headed downtown
This fake I.D. is no use to me now
It took 2 weeks for the kids from Bar-Giora
To leave moshav and come to Jerusalem
6 hours of Ulpan
Aich omrim “I’m hung over”
They said if you want a free dinner go to that
guy
Everyone knows that Seidel is a man on a
mission
Come into Goldsmith
You’re walking back into your high school
I’d rather be smoking in Dahab right now
Sunrise on the Golan
We may never be here again
But our hearts stayed back in Jerusalem
Calba Savua, Sergi’s, Cannabis, and Glasnost
Black Hebrews are playing at Arthur’s tonight
Counting the times that we leaned on each
other
The time's come we’re leaving Jerusalem
But we’ll miss our friends here in Jerusalem
And our hearts will stay here in Jerusalem
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"I'm leaving on a jet plane.
Don't know when I'll he
back again..."
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Whenever
there is
fun ...
there's
always
the real
thing!
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Say HUMMUS!
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Hi
Mom!
Down
with the
French!

Oh would you please stop
your complaining?
* H ebrew class at 8:15 A M is not early
enough.
* The attendance policy is too lenient.
* C lasses are too intellectually
stim ulating.
* There aren't enough A m ericans here.
* O ur laundry com es back too clean.
* Israelis are too outgoing.
* There isn't enough bureaucracy here.
* There's too m uch hot w ater in the
showers.
* There are too m any com puters for
e-m ail.
* Gee, this doesn't seem like one big U SY /
Ram ah/Y oung Judea/B B Y O /N FTY
Convention.
—courtesy o f The Rothberg Report

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SOME THINGS YOU HEAR AT THE
ROTHBERG SCHOOL
* She’s a babe!....He’s so cute...!
* Boy, do I miss ice
* She’s such a witch! I can’t believe she said
that!
* Ohhhhhh, I haven’t seen you in so long!
(hugs and kisses)
* I don’t know how I got back to my bed, the
last thing I remember is the Arizona
* Wait....You’re not Jewish, so why are you
here?
* You mean, you actually had a job, and
like... worked?
* Are you going to Jeff Seidel’s party?
* My parents cancelled my credit card...do
you think I can still go to Greece?
* I am going to make aliyah and join the
army...now will you go out with me?
Who's got the
matchbox?
YOU KNOW YOU ARE
IN ISRAEL WHEN...
* Your teacher gives out his/her home phone
number.
* Your change won’t work in the public
phones.
* The supermarket closes everyday for a
four-hour siesta.
* You can buy milk in a bag.
* Suddenly everyone is old enough to drink.
* Junior high school girls strangely resemble
24 year-olds.
* You start saying things like “Nu?!, Regah,
and B ’seder.”
* Two words : Jeff Seidel
* A donkey crosses the street with you.
* You are wiping your ass with green toilet
paper.
* The library is closed during prime study
hours...who studies anyway?
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While visiting Jordan, some people are content with only seeing the ancient city of Petra
in the Southwest part of the country. The ancient city carved in the beautiful red stone, is one of the
world’s most fascinating and awe-inspiring sights. Last October before the price increase, I had the
privilege of seeing Petra, the red city, for only $7 a day. When my 18 year old brother came to visit
me in Israel last December I had a problem. He insisted on seeing Petra but I refused to pay the new
$60 double entrance fee to see a sight that I had already seen.
Despite my financial worries, I gave in and my
brother, Andy, and I proceeded to visit Jordan. Once in
Jordan, we decided to go to Petra on the first night. On the
way to Petra in a smelly, crowded taxi, we met two Australians
who gave us a solution to our problem. They told us
about a bedouin village near Petra and an unguarded road that
led from the village straight into the middle of the ancient
city. The next morning at 5am, knowing nothing more than
to ask a taxi to take us to the bedouin village, Andy and I set
out on our adventure. Once inside the village, having no idea
where to go, we walked in search of the mysterious road
leading to Petra. After climbing down a rocky hill, we
reached a dirt road which we followed. After walking one
kilometer, we reached the middle of Petra! The only problem
was that the plan worked too well. It was 6am and we were
the only people in the place. All of a sudden, two ferocious
dogs started barking. Afraid of being noticed by the Jordanian
police, my brother and I ran at top speed to a hidden cave.
After an hour wait in the cave, we proceeded to see, at no cost,
the most beautiful ancient city in the world.
Two weeks ago, during my parents’ visit, a similar Petra dilemma occurred. I had
miscalculated the amount of money we would need in Jordan, and I feared we would not have enough
money to pay for Petra and all the border taxes. After a family conference, my parents agreed that
if we were short on cash, they would be willing to sneak into Petra with me.
With an inexplicable sense of deja vu, I set out with my parents at 5am for a familiar bedouin
village. Unfortunately, this entrance attempt was not as easy as the last one. My parents, despite their
excellent shape, are not as young as they used to be. Aside from a few sticky situations along the way,
my parents and I reached
Petra unscathed at
around 6:20am and had
a wonderful visit in the
ancient city of stone.
Sure, seeing
Petra is an adventure in
itself. People pay $30 a
day to see the great place.
With a little luck and
some quick thinking, I
had two even better, unforgettable
adventures
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Jordanian Police Brutality
Why is Haifa written in Spanish? I don't like her -- does she have to be in the yearbook?
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thank all o f those that m ade this publication
possible.
Special thank you's go to the
follow ing: H ofy, Connie, all oftheM adrichim
for their help and guidance, all o f those that
subm itted photos and/or w ritings, w hether we
included them or not, Gloria, Dr. Singer,
V ice-Provost Roi, the friendly G oldsm ith
building security team who checked our bags
and boxes every @ #$% *# tim e we cam e in
the building, and to our office-m ate Siva, for
letting us use her office (and com puter for
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March of the Living, 1995
one suitcase
one toothbrush
one scrub
one towel
one comb
one tissue
one sud
one flush
one shoe
one bed
one pot
one pillow
one curl of hair
one photo
one song.
one flower to sniff
one lick of ice cream
one hug
one moment alone,
one name
one mind
one soul
one hope
one breath
one heart beat.
one thief,
one chimney,
one reason:
JEW
one survivor,
one Tallis
one siddur
one challah
one mezuzah
one family
one tradition
one bracha
one lulav
one table
one shabbos
one dance
one song
one flame
one Torah
one history
one covenant
one land
one flag
one nation
one Jew
one reason:
G-d.
—Julie Litberg
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us, that w e are
But here, mortality is frighteningly real, especially when standing at the
oineone you used to play in the streets w ith and wondering, if next year, it
you. And 1 thought o f how I had lived in Israel when I was four and that I
never had known why my parents chose to raise their children in the US. And now
I think I know why. And somehow I could still see m yself standing on these same
stones, holding a child in one hand and clutching m y husband with the other, silently
pleading with G-d, hoping that next year, I will still be holding onto them and that it
w on’t be me, putting flowers on another grave.
- Jessica Hope Tam

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Independence. The birth of a nation. The
realization of the dream—to be free people in our own
land. What better way to celebrate it than by march ing
up and down Ben Yehuda Street bonking random free
people over the head with plastic toys and drowning
our own land in silly string??
First of all, I want to take back everything I
ever said about feeling sorry for the poor Israeli kids
who go to school six days a week. Once you add in all
the Jewish holidays, they’re only in school like 12
days a year, which explains why they don’t have time
to learn how to aim a hammer. After the 47th or so
drunk 15 year-old missed me with the cushy, squeeky
little hammer head and instead whacked me with the
kryptonite handle part, I found myself longing for the
serene crowds of Mardi Gras, where the only drunk
people wielding hammers are cops.
So, the next morning, still in recovery, my friend and I woke up much too early for any free
people and headed to Ramat Gan as delegates of the vastly underrepresented 9-40 age group at the air
show. For my money, there’s nothing like sitting next to a family with four 7 year-olds to make you really
enjoy those sonic booms. And, after experiencing Israeli Independence Day immediately after the
emotional March of the Living years ago, I wasn’t expecting this day to compare.
But, here’s the funny part: it was one of the most beautiful displays I have ever seen. Now that
we’ve lived here, Independence of the Jewish state has a whole new meaning. Some of us have
experienced, first hand, the horror of a terrorist attack. Some of us have friends who have been killed. And
all of us have felt the overwhelming power of praying at the Kotel, the respect for our tradition, and the
calling of this land, our land. In Israel, these holidays aren’t about long weekend beach trips and hokey
garage sales; they are living reminders of the glory of freedom and the importance of never forgetting.
As I watched fighter planes race through the sky, leaving streams of blue and white in their wake, I felt
an incredible sense of pride in our homeland and a new kinship with all those around me. From all over
the earth, an ecclectic group of people with a common heritage have come to fulfill the dreams of our
foreparents in our Promised Land. It’s enough to make you never want to leave, even if it means living
in Resnick or K-Y forever....well maybe Resnick.
I realized how comfortable and at home I feel among these people, the people of my homeland,
and what a strong sense of security and knowledge of this homeland I will bring back with me to America.
It is an experience you just can not explain or relate; only after witnessing it myself can I now appreciate
what it means to be a free people in our own land.
- Andrea Miller
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Ahat, shta'im, shalosh —hike! W hoever
thought that Jerusalem w ould be
hom e to a w eekly touch-football
league?
Sure enough, som e o f our overseas
students got up bright and early on
Friday m ornings after a late night out
on the tow n to head to the rag-tag
touch football games.
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For those that miss America's national
pastime, they can still play it here.
B usinesses from all over Israel
sponsored softball teams. Some teams
were more competitive than others, but
there was a team out there for everyone
interested. Games were played once a
week at the "Field of Dreams" on
Kibbutz Gezer near Lod.
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When students were finally able to break the yoke
of the Rothberg School workload, they were then
faced with the challenge of filling up the rest of the
hours in the day. (Or at least those that were left
over after engaging in Hebrew U's number one
leisure activity—sleeping.) Through the guidance
of the OSA office and other resources, students
were offered many opportunities to volunteer,
intern, or tutor, etc... Whether in the hospitals or
at the Knesset, OYP students had the incredible
opportunity to help contribute to Israeli society.
Others chose to participate in extra-curricular
activities such as plays, seminars, intramurals,
and various other clubs.
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It is a morning that I can’t forget. I had been volunteering in the emergency room at Hadassah
Hospital for a couple of months and seen mangled fingers, broken legs, and all kinds of infections. I’d
served breakfast, restocked equipment, and assisted in ECG’s. I’d worked with kids, soldiers, religious
women, and Muslim men. I felt as though I had done a lot in my time there, but I had never experienced
anything like losing a patient.
I was in the coffee room drinking my Nes-Cafe when an announcement on the PA sentthe entire
department buzzing. The emergency room was dealing with a real emergency. I walked out to the main
corridor where most of the beds are located; every doctor had gathered around a single bed. The bed
contained a man; he was in his 60’s. He was just lying there. One doctor held one of those shock things
in each hand, and every so often the patient’s body would fly off the bed as electric current ran through
it. Other doctors took turns pumping his lungs. I wandered in and out of the area, making sure to stay
out of the way and continue on with my own tasks, but I became obsessed. They could not seem to revive
him, he just kept lying there. I couldn’t stand the idea of all these doctors frantically trying every method
they knew to revive him and yet having no
success. I just looked at him. He seemed asleep,
but he was unable to wake up.
I left work with the room in a buzz,
knowing that I was helpless, wishing it wouldn’t
be that way, I spent the next hour crying,
wondering why the world had to be this way. Our
bodies are made to work, not to break down.
Here I wanted to become a doctor, but what was
the point if I couldn’t help somebody who was
dying?
Usually I sit in front of the TV, held in
suspense as to whether the patient will live or die.
Today it was real and I couldn’t deal with it. The
idea of that dead man devastated me. I suppose
in time, I’ll be able to go about my business as
everyone else did there. But in the meantime, it
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
so-called underground? A congress of blabbermouths? A wind machine? A hundred and eighty
thousand they've taken. Enough to populate a city. Do you understand what's happening? They
are burning. While we drone our way through the agenda. Yes, permit me to put a point on that
agenda. Who is next? You? You? Y our wife? My sister? Thousands herded off to the train station
every day, and the only one I heard resist was a little boy who went mad, and began to yell: "I want
to shoot, I want to steal, I want to eat, I want to be
German!" Why are we all so quiet? The most gentle
bird does not go to death without a scream. It will be
an eternal mystery—why didn't we resist when they
began to resettle us? We should have run out, set fire
to everything in sight, tom down The Wall. You think
talk will save you? You think work will save you?
Bribery? We must defend ourselves. They have taken...
taken... It's time they paid!'
—Rachel, from "The Wall"
Kol Isha, "A Woman's Voice," was a performance
by women and for women only.
Through the expression of their individual
talents (such as singing, acting, instrument
playing, and belly dancing-to name a few),
several women told of the complex yet
humorous events in the lives of a Jewish
mother and her two college age daugthers
in today's society.

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THE HECHT SYNAGOGUE
THE HEBREW UNIVERSITY OF JERUSALEM
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EXPLORING THE WORLD
THROUGH TORAH
For whatever reasons we came
to Israel, be they cultural, social, or religious,
there is one deep common thread
that brings all of these motives together:
Jerusalem. We all chose to spend an
entire semester or year of college in the
holiest city in the world. Jerusalem is
much more than merely an opportunity to
get away from typical college life. Students
who study here know that the opportunities
to pursue religious education
are boundless.
One of these opportunities is the Beit Midrash
Program at the Hebrew University Hecht Synagogue.
It would be difficult to attribute a single
definition that would encompass all aspects of the
Beit Midrash, and that is much of its beauty.
Briefly, the program is a way for students to learn
about Judaism in an informal, one-on-one atmosphere,
with an advanced learning partner. But the
guidelines end there. Each student decides what
he/she wants to learn, and the topics are limitless.
Students study everything from the significance
of Matzah on Pesach to the most
intricate Talmudic debate. My own experience
in the Beit Midrash began with a philosophical
analysis on the truth of the Torah. From there,
the discussion meandered through the worlds
of Mishnah, Gemara and the Book of Exodus.
One of the most wonderful aspects of the Beit
Midrash is the congenial, no-pressure atmosphere
in which the material is
presented. Even if I have not
found all the answers to my questions,
I was able to pose them in
a warm, open atmosphere.
- Steve Markofsky

Dear Friends!
It’s hard to believe, but this wonderful year has come to its end. We
know you liked living in Jerusalem for this short while, and that you
learned a little about our never-boring reality. Living here is not the
same as watching Israel in the news, and you’ve probably learned that
by now...
Our job was to try to make your time here as easy, interesting, and
wonderful as possible. We did our best. Getting to know you all was
a great pleasure. We wish you all the best and hope to see you again in
the future. In the meantime, please keep in touch!!
As you prepare to leave, we wish you all “shalom” for its three most
perfect meanings:
go with peace
be with peace
and come back with peace.
Good Luck wherever you go and whatever you do.
Your Madrichim.
Inbal ben David
Boaz Barak
Oren Goldberg
Moshik Galanty
Rafi Zinger
Efrat Katz
Karin Shahar
Ronen Leibowitz
Noa Mendelson
Yikrat Sidi
Shirley Fisher
Tracy Rosky
Yonathan Reifen

D ear Students,
T his past year I have enjoyed w orking w ith
and for the students o f the R othberg School. This
year specifically, the student com m ittee took on an
even greater role and helped m ake m y jo b and that o f
the m adrichim m uch easier. I am very proud o f the
com m ittee and w ould like to thank each o f its m em ­
bers for a jo b w ell done this year.
I hope all o f you enjoyed your stay in israel
and w ill be returning in the near future. Please look
me up, m y door w ill alw ays stay open to all o f you.
Good Luck.
Hofy H afouta, O S A D irector
O n b eh alf o f all the students,
T h a n k Y o u to a ll th e
M adrichim for the tim e and
energy you put in to m ake our
year so m em orable.
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The Hebrew University
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The Hebrew University’s Student Union wishes to thank all of the students of the
Overseas School. Our aim has been to assist all Student Union members with any
problems that presented themselves over the course of the year. Again this year,
we enjoyed an excellent working relationship with the overseas school’s Student
Committee. We hope that you had a great study abroad experience here in Israel
and were able to enjoy the parties, speakers and other activities that we sponsored
over the course of the year. We also hope that we were helpful in fostering more
positive interaction between the Israeli and Overseas students.
Wishing you the best in the future.
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Some had travelled three times
Some had voyaged four
And there, of course, were those of
us who never came before.
Nonetheless, a new beginning
awaited one and all
But still some things would never
change
Our parents said to call.
So off we went to live our dream
to study in Israel
And though we would be far from
home
At least we’d have E-mail.
It took hours on the airplane
We had to sleep and make
But somehow the adrenaline kept
us wide awake.
We paired off with new roommates
We hoped it would work well
And before we knew it, we had
arrived in Kiryat Ha Yovel.
We couldn’t wait to travel
To Eilat w e’d go and tan
But before that would be possible
w e’d have to take Ulpan.
Some spoke Hebrew fluently
Some could ask for mayim
And those of us who knew
Shalom, were placed in Aleph
Shtayim.
We quickly learned the city
With the shuk we did acquaint
And soon we swallowed rugelach
with barely a restraint.
We bussed to Ben Yahuda
And walked home from the Wall
And when we wanted candy, we
went to Supersol.
We learned the ropes in Israel
But still we can’t condone
The rudeness of the bureaucrats at
Bezek Telephone.
We fell in love with Israel
And learned to sing Hatikvah
There were a few of us who even
visited a mikve.
We travelled every weekend
Many sheckles we did spend
And our bank accounts shared a
downward sloping trend.
We called home to our parents
We said we’re strapped for cash
But then we went to Dahab to
smoke a little hash.
Our teachers gave us homework
We put it off till later
But still we felt intelligent each
time we said “Beseder."
It’s amazing to consider the
amount by which we grew
We’re older and we’re wiser
And, ironically we’re brand new.
Our time abroad has come and
gone
But our friends we will hold dear
A final evening on the town, and
another final tear.
It hurts when after all this fun
We’ll say good bye to them
Until, of course, we plan to meet
“Next Year in Jerusalem."
—Robert Nislick
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