1998-1999 Rothberg Yearbook

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Th e Hebrew University<br />

of Jerusalem

Letter from the Editors<br />

Well, if you’re reading this, it’s officially over. You are now a proud graduate<br />

of <strong>Rothberg</strong> High. In honor of your achievements we present you with your<br />

yearbook. Consider it a small token of our appreciation and affection, a memento<br />

of your time at the old alma mater.<br />

Oh. we worked sooo hard! We slaved away to bring you this baby... and she<br />

is SSSMOKIN’. You might find some pictures or your friends chowing down on<br />

Ben Yehuda, your 13th Orient hook-up riding a camel in Dahab, your roommate<br />

with his pants down during a sea to sea hike and maybe even some photos of yourself,<br />

taken with that special telephoto lens that we keep handy. Listen, we know we<br />

forgot to get your permission in advance, but some of our best material came<br />

straight from those journals you left unsupervised. Yes, that’s right! Those “maintenance<br />

men” were actually members of our staff, dispatched to collect your best<br />

stories, your juiciest moments. Come on, you didn’t really believe them when they<br />

told you your underwear drawer was missing a screw, now, did you?<br />

So this yearbook might ring true to a lot of you. You might find a bit of<br />

yourself inside- a piece of the Jerusalem, the Israel, the year, the semester- that is<br />

uniquely yours. We hope that we did it justice.<br />

From all of us on staff— we hope the futures that stretch out in front of you<br />

are filled with the kind of beauty that surrounded us in Jerusalem.<br />

Adam Eis, Paula Margulies, Rona Yona,<br />

Merissa Rittmaster, Jeremy Goldman<br />

Disclaimer<br />

This yearbook has been produced by the students of the <strong>Rothberg</strong> School. The opinions contained herein do not in any way<br />

shape or form, reflect the opinions of the staff or administration of the <strong>Rothberg</strong> School.

"Every time I see the 'Peach Pit' when it is all crowded,<br />

I want to walk in with a boom box blasting the 90210 music and start slapping<br />

all my friends five like Brandon and Dylan."<br />

- Kevin Schwartz, <strong>1999</strong><br />

This is OUR <strong>Rothberg</strong> High<br />

Someone actually once had the audacity to ask what makes the Overseas Program at Hebrew<br />

University like a High School.<br />

I don’t know, maybe it’s...<br />

Singing during Hebrew classes - the cafeteria complete with cliques and fashion shows<br />

one building for all your classes - lack of real courses - joke professors - attendance policies<br />

clubs and electives - school play - lack of car - high school band - principal - counselors<br />

disciplinary trials knowing everyone and everyone’s else’s issues - Thanksgiving Prom<br />

This <strong>Yearbook</strong>?<br />

-Jeremy Goldman

"<strong>Rothberg</strong> High"<br />

(to the tune o f "Saved By the Bell")<br />

by Susan Altman<br />

When you wake up in your dorm room<br />

And you hear a sonic kaboom<br />

And your roommate tries to tell you it's a plane<br />

You're worried it's a bomb<br />

But to class you run along<br />

Cause to miss a day of <strong>Rothberg</strong> you'd just<br />

have to be insane<br />

It's alright cuz you love <strong>Rothberg</strong> High!<br />

Cartoon by Naftali Meshel<br />

Then you stroll into your ulpan<br />

Not a friend for you to call on<br />

So you play a game of Jew geography<br />

By the time recess comes<br />

You will know everyone<br />

Cuz they forgot they knew you from<br />

Ramah in Cali!<br />

It's alright cuz you love <strong>Rothberg</strong><br />

High!<br />

So you've been abroad a while<br />

Without your boyfriend's friendly smile<br />

And you're thinking you could use a little play<br />

You throw on your black pants<br />

Run to the Whore*, start to dance<br />

And in the morning you're not lonely cuz you see Josh from 19-3<br />

It's alright cuz you love <strong>Rothberg</strong> High!<br />

*Whore= Orient Express... Student Night Every Wednesday Night...Free tequila<br />

until 23:00!


by Adam Eis<br />

You all remember moving day: from the luxurious rooms at Idelson to the 5 star<br />

Resnick dorms. You know what the funny (and sad) thing is? The dorm people at Idelson<br />

actually thought they could get us all out of Idelson in an hour and a half. Believe it, I saw<br />

their schedule. Each group gets a half-hour to “check out,” and since there are 3 groups,<br />

that adds up to an hour and a half. The move started at 2:00 RM. Luckily, I was in the<br />

second group, meaning that I should have been done within an hour of when they started.<br />

Yeah right, and Israelis are patient. Since I was in the second group at 2:30 RM. me and my<br />

roommate got in line, yet there was one problem ...it seemed as if they hadn’t started. I<br />

waited in line for four hours, and I wasn’t even the last person in our group. Not only that,<br />

we were only the second group; they still had to do a third group. From the first group<br />

entering till the last group leaving, it took seven hours. After leaving Idelson, we packed on<br />

to the Egged buses, which took us and our luggage on that 2-minute drive, only to find more<br />

lines. After all the frustration, we got our rooms and settled into our new dorms at 10:00<br />

RM. Finally, this nightmare of a day ended. I must admit, I am not a rocket scientist, but it<br />

seemed to me that the dorm office was just a tad bit disorganized.<br />

The one thing I don’t understand is, since they have done this year after<br />

year how could such a Balagan (problem) happen????<br />

W hatever the problem was, I was sure it was<br />

corrected and the second semester students wouldn’t<br />

have any problems.......<br />

...right?????????<br />

Cartoon by Naftali Meshel

We/cOme to Israc/...<br />

by Nicole Lagnado<br />

The Plane<br />

“Why hasn’t the red line moved in the past three hours?”<br />

“You’re in Alpha Alpha Alpha? I’m in Alpha Alpha Alpha, too! We’re sisters!”<br />

“Didn’t I hook up with you at a USY event/Ramah Seminar/BBYO event?”<br />

“After watching Antz for the third time in a row, I’m beginning to understand the deep sociological implications<br />

for human nature and its relation to evolutionary disciplines. I also like the songs.”<br />

“Wait.. .you’re from New York? Do you know ?”<br />

“You go to a Big Ten school?”<br />

“I’m from____.”<br />

“Are you using that vomitbag?”<br />

“What’s your major?”<br />

“No, I don’t know_____.”<br />

“Yeah, I know____ .”<br />

Upon Arrival at Idelson<br />

“Put our bags where?”<br />

“Oh, that’s your black duffel bag? I thought it was mine.”<br />

“Where did all these cats come from?”<br />

“I thought Israel would be warmer than this.”<br />

“What could be going on in the dorm offices that it’s taking so long?”<br />

Roommate Selection<br />

“Nice shoes-1 mean, without the mud... Wanna live together?”<br />

“Weren't you the one who was talking behind me the whole trip?

“Weren’t you the one who was crying on the plane?”<br />

“You look normal, want to live together?”<br />

O.K., let’s look for two people standing around looking for flatmates.”<br />

“Hi, do you need a roommate?”<br />

Waiting for Apartments<br />

“Ow! You’re pushing me!”<br />

“I wonder if they do this at Tel Aviv U?”<br />

“At least being smushed in here is keeping us warm.”<br />

“Get your backpack out of my face.”<br />

“I’ve been in this @#$%A&* country for two and a half hours and I already hate it!”<br />

“I have to pee so badly...”<br />

“Why did she say we couldn’t touch the heaters?”<br />

“You mean, stupid, insensitive, sadistic Israelis!”<br />

“We’ve only been here for two hours and I feel like I’ve hooked up with the entire trip.”<br />

“They want us to drag our bags up how many flights of stairs?”<br />

Our New Rooms<br />

“We don’t get any toilet paper?”<br />

“Where are the phones?”<br />

“Hey, it’s actually clean...”<br />

“Where’s the oven?”<br />

“Which handle do we use to flush?”<br />

“Where’s the fire exit?”

The New School<br />

by Merissa Rittmaster<br />

For a summer Ulpan-OYPer the move to Boyar was something to look forward to.<br />

The new <strong>Rothberg</strong> Overseas Building was a major improvement from the un-air conditioned<br />

Goldsmith and Humanities classrooms. For those of us who enjoyed the perfectly<br />

heated and wonderfully sticky ovens they tried to pass off for classrooms, it was a relief.<br />

The Boyar building is brand new close to the regular university, and has all the modern<br />

conveniences such as air conditioning and two elevators. To make our adjustment to<br />

living here easier, they put in two rooms full of computers and no printer (they did get<br />

one 2nd semester) so that we would be able to e-mail our friends and family back home.<br />

In case of emergency, there are over 20 computers from the dark ages in the bomb<br />

shelter. Sometimes they all work at the same time. There is even an eating area on the<br />

2nd floor in which to hang out or study in between classes. Now that we have a printer<br />

that works most of the time, and all of the offices for the Overseas School are in one<br />

place, it's a pleasant learning environment with a small library, working toilets, and no<br />

need for portable fans in the classrooms.


by Aviva Selekman<br />

At 8 a.m. on a sunny Thursday morning (Sept. 24, <strong>1998</strong>), many of us were<br />

blasted out of bed - literally! The bomb that exploded in front of the then Goldsmith<br />

building — only a number of feet from where we were living — destroyed the bus<br />

stop we all loved and cherished and, unfortunately, did not destroy our Hebrew ulpan<br />

classes that morning.<br />

Thankfully, nobody suffered any major injuries. Some students were not allowed<br />

to leave their dorms or the Goldsmith building itself (while security checked<br />

for more bombs) and others were busy telling CNN that the bomb interrupted them<br />

as they were making egg-salad sandwiches. Though at the time it shook some of us<br />

up, the incident became another interesting memory from our year and, sometimes,<br />

something to look back and laugh at. If nothing else, that bomb was the clearest<br />

signal that it was time to move out of the insect-infested, dirt-caked sauna called<br />

the Goldsmith Building!<br />

( Note from editors: Let not this incident deter you from travelling to Israel or attending<br />

Hebrew University. We can assure you that the chances of dying in a car<br />

accident far exceed the chances of dying in a terrorist act. )

( m 11<br />

by Terri Sundvold<br />

Club 11 was opened several years ago by the Student Union at the Hebrew University Mount<br />

Scopus campus. It was most recently owned and operated by Ron, Shragga, and Sagi. Ron and Sagi,<br />

both law students, had to close the Moadon because they were about to start their internships and<br />

didn’t have time to maintain the cafes any longer. While it was open, Club 11 was one of the most<br />

popular night spots for the residents of the dorms.<br />

Especially on Friday nights, when Shabbat made<br />

getting off the hill more difficult and expensive. The<br />

Moadon had plenty of cheap drinks, atmosphere<br />

and shesh-besh partners. Students would often hang<br />

out listening to music, talking, laughing and occasionally<br />

studying until the wee hours of the morning.<br />

Now that the cafe and bar, once literally<br />

outside my front door has closed, everyone is doing<br />

their share to support Jerusalem's local economy a<br />

little more by going into town. People’s dorm<br />

Cooper and Matt at Club 11<br />

rooms are being turned into backgammon dens, and<br />

the political discussions so prevalent in Israel have<br />

been moved outside. While most students are longing to once again spend long nights socializing in the<br />

Moadon, there are a few who appreciate the closure. Their rooms, which face the courtyard between<br />

buildings 11 and 12 had long suffered the overflowing noise created by the dormitory hot spot. Those<br />

students, instead of having to involuntarily join in the fun, are now enjoying a good night’s sleep.<br />

(DtlSOtv 1?<br />

by Ariel Serber<br />

Many people will always remember the<br />

muddiness of our first night in Israel. I will, too.<br />

But I will also remember that it was the first<br />

time I had a beer on this trip. I met the three<br />

guys who became my flatmates and instead of<br />

letting our miserable status all the way at the<br />

end of the line get us down, we went for<br />

beverages. Although we walked around Idelson<br />

a few times before we found it, we eventually<br />

located the door to Club 42. This was where<br />

my flat did the whole bonding thing. It became<br />

a really great place to go on almost any<br />

occasion- when you wanted a break from<br />

“work,” to relax with a beverage or a snack, or to do your homework with the best-looking<br />

waitresses this side of my favorite all night Israeli restaurant in Brooklyn (Hi Tatyana!) There<br />

have been many nights since 42 closed when I’ve wanted to go somewhere nearby that wasn’t the<br />

Hyatt or the Orient Express. But unfortunately, before Idelson 42 could become an Institution, it<br />

was put out of existence. But maybe it’s a good thing; maybe it’s better to bum out than to fade<br />

away. But maybe I don’t want to philosophize; maybe I just want a beer.

Haven't gotten any in awhile?<br />

Want someone who is easier than the classes at<br />

<strong>Rothberg</strong>?<br />

Come to the Whore-ient Express<br />

There is so much to see (and we don't mean the<br />

scenery)<br />

Every Wednesday Night starting at 10 P.M.<br />

Free play till 23:00, then you are on your own!<br />

O m e r a t E x p r e s s<br />

By Seth Kaplan<br />

For some Hebrew U niversity students Wednesday<br />

night separates the week from the weekend.<br />

The lack of Thursday classes means a night to<br />

party. O f course, there are many options: Ben<br />

Yehuda is always jumping, the Russian Compound Real flyer for the Orient<br />

gives people a plethora of bars to get drunk in<br />

and Egon gives us all a place to smoke some nargila. But it's Wednesday night, and<br />

the feeling's right, so why not get your groove on at the Hyatt's O rient Express.<br />

This pseudo-trendy nightclub, which plays all the popular top 40 beats, is only a<br />

hop, skip and a stumble (for those few who choose to drink) away from the dorms.<br />

This inevitably adds to the popularity of a once a week “grind-fest" fo r <strong>Rothberg</strong><br />

High students. Also known as the “W horient Express" or “O rient Sexpress," the<br />

club has received mixed reviews from students. Some have never been and will<br />

never go, and fo r others it has become somewhat of a tradition. When asked,<br />

“Who wants to go whoring?" (this word has replaced "clubbing") some run to put on<br />

th e ir black pants, tank-tops, or nicest sh irt while others turn th eir backs and ask,<br />

“You're going A G A IN ?"<br />

However, the O rient is kind of like the stock market- it has its ups and downs.<br />

When it seems like the whole school is there, when the beats ju st keep getting<br />

tig h te r and when there is fre e tequila, it's bound to be an excellent O rient experience.<br />

When no one is there, when the songs seem old and repetitious and when<br />

the bartender charges you 45 sheks fo r a rum and Coke, it's bound to be a m iserable<br />

O rient experience.<br />

I'm sure many people have seen both these kinds of nights, but it's the good<br />

nights th at keep the crowds coming. I'm willing to guess it's not the dude/chick<br />

you "hooked up" with on the dance flo or last week who is bringing you back. But<br />

then again, I could be wrong. E ither way, the O rient has d efinitely created some<br />

memories, be them good or bad. And every Thursday there are always some sto ­<br />

ries about the night before. I guess everything has its ups and downs. Isn't that<br />

ju st the way life is?<br />

(Cue the #1 Isra e li hit: “Life, Oh Life...")

Boyar Building<br />

Frank Sinatra Cafeteria<br />

Famous Faces<br />

Around<br />

Hebrew University<br />

‘Erev Keffi” Lady!<br />

Resnick Co-Op<br />

The Friendliest “Secur”ity Guards in the World!<br />

Main Entrance to University


by Adam Eis<br />

While in Israel, I made two mistakes. The first mistake was not going to the first Machon<br />

Masa seminar. The second m istake...not going to the second Machon Masa seminar. The<br />

third seminar was approaching, and as the saying goes, “Third times a charm.” There was<br />

no way in hell I was going to miss this seminar. The weekend came and I was excited. Of<br />

course, when you are having a great time, it always goes by quickly, and that’s exactly what<br />

happened with this weekend. It was as great as everyone said it would be. There was a<br />

fourth and a fifth seminar, which I had to attend (Machon Masa seminars are addicting) and<br />

the results were even better. You are probably asking yourselves what’s so great about this<br />

place. Well, you obviously never attended one of these seminars if you don’t know why<br />

everyone loves it.<br />


• Hotel room at kibbutz M a’ale Hachamisha (2-4 people per room depending on the size<br />

of the seminar)<br />

• Television, A/C, and bathtubs in hotel room<br />

• Indoor and outdoor swimming pools (outdoor pool opens in may, and is a 5 minute walk<br />

from hotel)<br />

• Hot tub (always filled up by Hebrew U. participants)<br />

• 2 saunas (one is a dry sauna, and the other is a wet sauna.... Whatever the difference is)<br />

• Ping pong<br />

• Weight room (for an extra 20 shekels)<br />

• Great food (5 meals for the weekend consisting of: soup, rolls, many types of spreads,<br />

rice, BEEF, chicken, fish, salad bar, and several types of desserts)<br />

ALL THIS FOR 60 SHEKELS. That’s $15 American dollars, and for all you Canadians (no<br />

disrespect) figure it out yourselves. There is no better deal in Israel... Oh yeah, and if you<br />

would like they have some seminars.

“The world stands on three things<br />

Torah, work, and good deeds. ”<br />

Here’s just a sample of the many volunteer projects that<br />

<strong>Rothberg</strong> students have participated in.<br />

Center for the Blind<br />

The most rewarding experience I have had since arriving in Israel has been working with a<br />

visually challenged Israeli student I met through the Center for the Blind here on campus. The<br />

Center for the Blind at the Hebrew University is one of the country’s most sophisticated institutes<br />

for the visually challenged in Israel: offering an array of services and activities for nonsighted<br />

students in the same courses. Volunteers are needed to read course articles not on tape<br />

and for extra curricular activities like tandem bike-reading. This experience has been positive for<br />

a number of reasons. As luck would have it, I was paired with a great guy with whom I share<br />

common interests. We are now close friends. I have also met several Israelis through him, like<br />

his parents and his old high school gang up in Kiryat Motzkin. More importantly, I have been<br />

introduced to a new reality (the reality of the visually impaired) and have been forced to look<br />

upon the challenges I face daily with a greater sense of humor and patience. In addition, this<br />

experience has provided me with a greater feeling of purpose and place in Jerusalem (I am not<br />

Jewish or religious), whereas before I constantly questioned my decision to come here. Finally, I<br />

am happy to write that I have actually discovered an area of Jerusalem life undamaged by political,<br />

ethnic, and religious tensions. Visually challenged people, after all, can only judge a person<br />

on character, and to be with a person possessing this gift is refreshing to say the least.<br />

-Dawn Morris<br />

Kol Ha-lsha: The Woman’s Voice<br />

Kol Ha-lsha is a non-profit women’s center located in downtown Jerusalem which<br />

promotes a feminist model of social change while addressing the needs of women in Jerusalem.<br />

Kol Ha-lsha includes a women’s resource and referral center, support groups, a women’s art<br />

gallery, lecture series and monthly memorial vigils for women murdered each month.<br />

As an intern with Kol Ha-lsha for the past eight months, I have been presented with an<br />

inside view of the status of women within Israeli society. In Jerusalem, a city diverse in its<br />

population, I worked with Palestinian and Mizrahi women as well as women from Ethiopia,<br />

America and Europe.<br />

The most valuable part of my experience at Kol Ha-lsha was working on a KAB<br />

(Knowledge, Attitude and Behavior) study of Israeli women and the HIV/AIDS virus.<br />

-Yael Cohen

Beit Hillel<br />

Y in JV1<br />

For over 30 years, Beit Hillel has served both Israeli and Overseas students as a social, cultural, and<br />

religious center. Beit Hillel’s multi-faceted programs and activities for overseas students this year<br />

have included lectures, seminars, theater productions, parties, and much more. Beit Hillel also<br />

serves as a resource center for connecting with Israeli society, programming on campus, and what to<br />

do in Israel. Overseas students also enjoy the use of Hillel’s facilities, which include a music/reading<br />

room with English and Hebrew newspapers and magazines, pianos, and a video center where movies<br />

and TV shows were watched.<br />

Hillel Scholars<br />

The Hillel Scholars program is designed for 15<br />

leaders of Hillel in North America who are currently<br />

studying in Israel. The scholars continue<br />

in the development of their leadership skills and<br />

serve as the leadership for programming at Hillel<br />

at Hebrew University. Each scholar chooses a<br />

project they are interested in working on. This<br />

year, the scholars have designed, created and<br />

implemented a wide variety of exciting programs:<br />

Hillel Scholars / UJA Fellows<br />

greeting immigrants from Crimea Fall<br />

Marla Bennet<br />

Jessica Bodack<br />

Karen Eltis<br />

Aileen Goldstein<br />

Elisheva Gould<br />

Bonnie Miluso<br />

Eyal Mintz<br />

David Schildkret<br />

Steven Shafir<br />

Sarah Sherwood<br />

Ben Taylor<br />

Joshua Weinberg<br />

Seth Wikas<br />

Ami Wise<br />

Women’s Group<br />

by Marla Bennett<br />

Women’s Group and Rosh Chodesh Celebrations<br />

Grains of Sand Literary Magazine<br />

Supreme Court Visit<br />

Fall Semester Unity Shabbat, Spring Semester Mock Elections<br />

Post-Pesach Pizza Party, Grains of Sand Literary Magazine<br />

Salame Volunteer Projects<br />

Tuesday Night Lecture Series<br />

Pippin (Theatrical Production)<br />

Hiking Club, Hillel Website<br />

Art Show, Spring Semester Unity Shabbat<br />

Yom HaShoah Programming<br />

Recycling, Mock Elections<br />

OSReport<br />

Hiking Club<br />

Hillel’s Rosh Chodesh group met at the beginning of each Hebrew month to celebrate the new<br />

month. Every four weeks, ten to twenty women gathered to mark the holiday when the moon<br />

changes, a time which is associated with women. The group learned about the holidays in each<br />

month through discussions and projects. In Shevat, the group planted parsley to celebrate Tu<br />

B ’Shevat. In Iyar, the group discussed issues of being female in Israel in honor of Yom<br />

Ha’atzmaut. The women formed bonds with each other and enjoyed meeting every month.

Unity Shabbatonim<br />

by Aileen Goldstein<br />

This year saw the first ever Hebrew Unity<br />

Shabbatonim, the pluralist, on-campus weekend<br />

seminars for overseas students involved in all different<br />

walks of Jewish life. The two Shabbatonim,<br />

one first semester and one second semester, focused<br />

on the ways to unite the Jewish community<br />

without the use of labels and titles. Everyone had<br />

a good time eating, davening, discussing and<br />

spending Shabbat together. This was the first time<br />

all of the different campus religious groups got<br />

together to coordinate an event to unite everyone.<br />

The weekend served to breakdown misconceptions<br />

and uninformed perceptions of various religious practices and movements.<br />

Thanksgiving Dinner<br />

This past November, over 200 <strong>Rothberg</strong> International<br />

students ate turkey and stuffing and danced the night<br />

away at the Dan Pearl Hotel. At what other Thanksgiving<br />

could you do Israeli dancing??? This gala dinner was<br />

sponsored by UJA and Hillel. “This year’s Thanksgiving<br />

dinner was the best Thanksgiving I ever had. I really<br />

enjoyed celebrating with all my friends in Jerusalem,”<br />

said Steven Shafir, a participant.<br />

Beit Midrash<br />

by Reuven Grodner, Director<br />

_ .- m *m<br />

Beit Midrash learners hard at work<br />

The Hillel-Hecht Beit Midrash Program offers<br />

a wide variety of formal and informal<br />

learning experiences. It provides a unique<br />

opportunity for students abroad to further<br />

their knowledge of Judaism through classical<br />

Jewish texts. Students select from a wide<br />

variety of topics including Bible, Mishnah,<br />

Talmud, Midrah, philosophy, history, ethics,<br />

women’s issues, Kabbalah, prayer and<br />

many more Small discussion groups are also<br />

conducted on numerous, interesting subjects.<br />

Weekly Pizza Talk with speakers,<br />

holiday celebrations, seminars and field trips<br />

also enhance the Beit Midrash experience.

U k r a in e H ille l<br />

P a s s o v e r P r o je c t<br />

by Rachel Schlenker and Aviva Selekman<br />

We spent this<br />

Pesach in a<br />

place where I<br />

saw the passage of the<br />

Jewish people from slavery<br />

to freedom. A place<br />

where we brought all our<br />

stories, Pesach traditions,<br />

and hope to a place where<br />

hope was once lost. We<br />

were in the Ukraine participating<br />

in the Hillel<br />

Passover Project. After<br />

spending alm ost the<br />

whole year learning about the Jews of the Former Soviet Union, we went to the Ukraine,<br />

where we were paired up with Ukrainian students. Six Hillel students, 10 kilograms<br />

of matzah, lots of tuna (except Steve!), a van, a guard and driver - and a mission. (No,<br />

MTV did not film us). In<br />

the U kraine we conducted<br />

Seders that ranged<br />

from 10 to 200 people,<br />

went to people’s homes to<br />

visit and to bring them<br />

Pesach, found out about<br />

the harsh reality that once<br />

faced the Jews in<br />

U kraine, and brought<br />

them hope for the future<br />

of the Jewish people. This<br />

Pesach many of us<br />

learned about freedom<br />

and realized how fortunate<br />

we are and how we have a responsibility to the Jewish people. All of us were<br />

impacted by our experience and Pesach will never be the same for any of us again.

I<br />

Pippin, a musical<br />

comedy about a<br />

young prince in<br />

search of a complete<br />

and fulfilling life, brought the<br />

Hillel stage to life second<br />

semester. Music, dance and<br />

plenty of magic captured the<br />

essence of this production.<br />

With a cast of 18 and a crew<br />

of twice that many, this<br />

highly acclaimed Bob Fossestyle<br />

show was directed and<br />

choreographed by David<br />

Schildkret (and his lovely<br />

assistants). The crew built a<br />

creative set complete with<br />

full curtain, dressed the cast<br />

in jazzy attire, and worked<br />

within their own independently<br />

earned budget. The<br />

musicians in the pit practiced<br />

beyond perfection. The cast<br />

put all their heart, mind and<br />

body into developing their<br />

individual characters on<br />

stage. Despite the challenges<br />

and long hours, Pippin<br />

proved to be an exceptional,<br />

complete, and absolutely<br />

fulfilling experience for all<br />

who were involved with it.<br />

-Lilli Weisz

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Did you hear the people sing, singing the songs... from this years Beit Hillel production of “Les<br />

Miserables”? If not you certainly missed out. During the cold month of January, 70 students<br />

from the cast and crew of this critically acclaimed musical left seven sold out audiences<br />

(approx. 1,500 people) begging for more “...at the end of the play.”<br />

After a mere two and half months of intense rehearsals under the direction of Michael<br />

Berl, the cast of about 50 students proudly belted out songs, “..filling the [theater] darkness with<br />

order and light”, enhanced by their impoverished clothing, dirty make-up, and of course the<br />

infamous barricade built by crew members, able to hold at least 10 actors at a time.<br />

As smoothly as the shows often went, the high quality professional caliber of the cast<br />

shined through as most of the cast filled the stage, sweetly singing, “Drink with m e... to days...<br />

gone by. Sing with m e... the songs... we knew....” BLACKOUT. Yes indeed, the city of Jerusalem<br />

accidentally cut the power in several Hebrew University buildings on the night of January<br />

13th, in the midst of the Act II, leaving a frightened cast with the responsibility of entertaining<br />

over 200 audience members in the dark. This they did. Kol ha’kavod to the cast of “Les<br />

Miserables”, and we ask that everyone “Raise a glass” to their success. - Zack Lasker<br />

‘Les Miz,’ as<br />

only in Israel<br />

Excerpt of article by Sam Orbaum in<br />

Jerusalem Post Monday, January 18, <strong>1999</strong>:<br />

If you’ve seen Les<br />

Miserables anywhere in the<br />

world, I guarantee it was<br />

nothing like the performance I<br />

saw on Wednesday.<br />

The kids of Beit Hillel were<br />

putting on a fine show at<br />

Hebrew University on Mount<br />

Scopus, when something happened.<br />

It’s always interesting to see<br />

how performers react when<br />

things go awry, and<br />

boy, things did. .<br />

We had just settled<br />

into the second<br />

act. The students,<br />

doing a story about<br />

students, were getting<br />

through the<br />

program very nicely,<br />

and the sold-out<br />

audience was lapping<br />

it up.<br />

They had just Finished<br />

the song,<br />

“Drink With Me.”<br />

At that moment,<br />

according to the<br />

synopsis,, “the students<br />

settle down for a night on<br />

the barricades,” and the lights<br />

went out.<br />

Nice touch, I thought.<br />

“/ liked it best when Michael Berl said ‘that’s a wrap’ backstage<br />

after our last performance...<br />

it was truly an emotional moment fo r me.’'’<br />

- Cooper “Javer” Grodin<br />

The cast of Les Miserables

^ u u e ?<br />

by Natan Hay man<br />

Thank you, Tal, for teaching us<br />

about light, shutter speed, and<br />

how NOT to take pictures with<br />

the lens cap on. W hile being<br />

harassed by an Arab salesman,<br />

selling kafiyas, taking pictures<br />

of noisy American tourists,<br />

wondering is Jesus was really<br />

buried at the Church of the Holy<br />

Sepulchre, and casually strolling<br />

the M uslim meat market (were<br />

those human brains?) I had a<br />

great time getting to know you<br />

all. After capturing Jerusalem ’s<br />

unique sights and personality<br />

through your camera lens you<br />

are taking home memories from<br />

your year in Israel. Most im portantly<br />

- keep on shooting!

(N iiiS<br />

Buses and sleep<br />

“Dudu, Dudu, Ha-madrich!”<br />

Silence<br />

Walking where no man has walked before<br />

Firing zones<br />

Water 1 (Drink up!)<br />

Water 2 (Rivers in the Negev?!)<br />

400 feet falls<br />

The pussy Club<br />

m* m m<br />

Guitars and girls from Invemese<br />

Bonfire<br />

^ Pasta ? ^— soup? Soup Nazi?!<br />

(-2) celcius<br />

The best people ever...<br />

I had the greatest time with Y’all the past year,<br />

you’re the best,<br />

Keep on hiking (Club!) - Amit Down

mm warn<br />

After a week of Ben Yehuda, the Peach Pit, shuk shopping and other mundane Jerusalem<br />

activities, there was something kind of nice about an OSA trip. You packed up your stuff, tried<br />

to get on the good bus, left your copy of Let’s Go Israel at home, and followed your fearless<br />

madrichim into the depths of Israel, where you saw things you probably never would have on<br />

your own. It was free (Since Mom and Dad paid for your points) and you got some amazing<br />

pictures to show for it. Whether psychotic llamas spit on you (Masada), your eyebrows froze<br />

(Hermon), you had major gastrointestinal problems (C-2-C), or you spent eight consecutive<br />

hours at a kibbutz swimming pool (Golan), you experienced Israel like a true <strong>Rothberg</strong> student<br />

should: as a proud member of an OSA trip.

On a sunny Friday morning, 25 of the most athletic students woke up very early and rode to the<br />

beautiful city of Ra’anana, where together with soldiers, children and Israeli champions they<br />

took part in a 19 k. run.<br />

The day was hot, the run was challenging, but we all made it to the finish line and had a great

C-2-C Hike<br />

by Shalom Steinberg<br />

3:45 in the m orning, finally say goodbye to the last person going to Russia for<br />

Pesach and... Woops ! Freak out because there is supposed to be a time<br />

change! Was it actually 4:45 a.m., and I’m not packed, or even<br />

close to ready to go? No. I’m safe. Everything in Israel is<br />

abnorm al, so the time change will occur during the week.<br />

So began the annual Yam l’Yam hike. It looked like it<br />

was going to be great. A rocky start, but adventurous nonetheless.<br />

U nbeknow nst to us, those that we road the buses<br />

with, we would be STUCK with for the next four days!<br />

Finally everyone was on the bus and its 5:30 a.m. Time to<br />

sleep right? W rong...<br />

“WAKEE!! WAKEE!! Hi my name is Omer and<br />

I'm going to be the best m edic you’ve ever had... We<br />

will be having good food, but you know it’s actually my<br />

m o th e r...”<br />

“SHUT UP !!! LET US SLEEP !!! It’s 6 am and<br />

my body says sle— .”<br />

“As I was saying, my m other makes the best<br />

gefilte fish. It’s charif and she makes it with carrots,<br />

but I don’t like carrots... WAKEE ! WAKEE ! I ’m<br />

talking to you !”<br />

“If you don’t SHUT UP, I ’M GOING TO<br />

KILL Y O U!”<br />

The hike turned out to be an amazing,<br />

unforgettable experience which took us through<br />

Omer the medic gets down at the<br />

C2C Disco<br />

beautiful valleys, playful stream s and lush green Galil forests. We ate all kinds of interesting<br />

eggs for breakfast, a variety of cheeses, and quiches and sandwiches for lunch,<br />

not to forget exquisite dinners of potatoes, chicken and beef. But it was all just an<br />

illusion, a break from the drinking, peeing, scratching jum ping falling walking on valley<br />

cliffs and the DISCO.<br />

Tali and Gayle (with map of Israel)

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BASF is over for another year. 31 people are going back to their respective homes with<br />

memories th at will stay with them for the whole of their lifetimes. The five months that<br />

we have had here have flown by, bet in the time we have had so many enjoyable experiences.<br />

These ranged from dressing up for Purim and dancing like maniacs in Ben Yehuda<br />

Street after having a huge foam fight on Yom Ha’atzmaut. Being on Mount Meron on Lag<br />

B Omer was an incredible experience whilst Sea to Sea was tiring bet great fen. Every<br />

week broeght something new to enjoy and after it seemed that we had done one thing<br />

another activity came along immediately. It’s almost impossible to write down how<br />

enjoyable BASP has been. The idea of coming abroad to stedy at a University on our G-AP<br />

year may sound ridiculous to some but the experiences we have taken from our time here<br />

can only have enriched our lives. Football was a predominant activity for the boys ranging<br />

from the pitch in Reznik that overlooks the Old City (who can claim to do that every<br />

night?/) to travelling across the country to play a Yeshiva. Ulpan was hard- getting up<br />

for 8:30 after Orient Express was sometimes impossible- but fun at the same time, whilst<br />

the ritual o f lunch at Frank Sinatra’s soon died when we realised that the food wasn’t<br />

that good//<br />

The main activity that we all participated in - no, that doesn’t mean going to class and<br />

actively working, was drinking. 31 Brits and Aussies at times managed to be louder than<br />

over 300 Americans and threats to be kicked out of our dorms and other people’s dorms<br />

were rife but always laughed at. Mothing got in the way of our drinking and managing to<br />

close Club 11 down for tw o nights on our second night in Israel for being so loud was<br />

one th at will remain in the memory for a long time. It’s impossible to write in such a short<br />

space w hat everyone has done in these 5 months. Everyone has their own special experiences<br />

that they will take back to England and Australia with them, along with a whole<br />

host o f new friends made out here in a wonderful 5 months. Our vocabulary has been<br />

enriched greatly with some notable additions being felch, rouse and batty to name a<br />

few.<br />

Another stage in our lives is over now, Uni beckons with us taking some great memories<br />

and some great friendships. It’s been great fun but like all good things it has come to an<br />


M S A s n m s t m t t s s t<br />

by Yael Furstenberg, Sheara Abrahams, Jessica Lipman<br />

BASP ’99 was running along smoothly when all o f a sudden disaster struck. There<br />

were rumours, suspicions and outcries: suddenly we heard that our beloved Club 11<br />

was about to be shut No more lazy evenings and 2am ice creams. What were we going<br />

to do? The world was coming to an end!! Complaints against BAJP’s rudeness were<br />

rampant and surely with the closure of our favourite watering-hole they were only<br />

going to get worse! So with tears in our eyes we said good-bye to our beloved<br />

C lu b ll.<br />

There was never a time when it was needed more than when we tried to pull an<br />

all-nighter before facing the horrendous chore of trying to renew out visas at the<br />

infamous “Ministry of Interior.” Where could we get double espressos at 3am and pass<br />

those bleak, lonely hours?<br />

With sunken hearts and tired eyes we finally made our way to town. Deserted<br />

and bare we sought refuge in the warmth of Dunkin’ Donuts and thought back to the<br />

comfort and the memories o f Club 11.<br />


by Danny Miller and Marc Abrahams<br />

Israel’s Independence Day: a genuine cause for celebration, or just an excuse for<br />

a big piss-up? Both, which is the great thing about it One o f the biggest nights of the<br />

year started for most BASPers in Peznik with consuming numerous alcoholic beverages.<br />

The girls, of course were retarsed after one sip, Yael and Lee-Ann after a sniff. The<br />

alcohol obviously brought out the true nature of Alice, who remarked that I (Danny)<br />

looked like a “batty bastard” in my shirt (He changed it, but still looked gay, but not as<br />

gay as Blakey-Marc).<br />

We then all stumbled to Ben Yehuda Street and were greeted by hundreds of<br />

thousands of typically friendly Israelis spraying foam in our faces. So, being English, we<br />

took out revenge on them in a big way. We also decided to pay Jeff Seidel back for all<br />

the free meals we’ve been having courtesy of him by foaming the shit out of him. The<br />

street party was truly a wonderful experience, with all the singing, dancing, and fireworks.<br />

After we got tired of battering Israelis (and Americans o f course) we all made<br />

our way to the big party at the International Convention Center, with three separate<br />

dance floors, one o f which was packed with hundreds o f Israelis all practicing for the<br />

next big synchronised techno-dance contest which will hopefully never be held. The<br />

other rooms were the ‘80s room, and also the main dance floor where a certain member<br />

o f our group (you know who you are) danced like the sexy beast he is in his attempt to<br />

woo one of the American girls not particularly aesthetically blessed. Everyone thoroughly<br />

enjoyed themselves at this party, as it was a chance other than Orient Express<br />

for us to publicly show -off our superb dance moves. All in all, a brilliant evening and one<br />

to remember.

FOOTtMU<br />

by Ben Forman & Daniel King-Scoff<br />

“Foofball is nof just about life and deafh. I t s more fhan fh a f” - Bill Sharkly<br />

On fhe 261hJanuary <strong>1999</strong> (6 monfhs affer fhe world cup) 13 English yebloos<br />

turned up a f Heafhrow wifh fhe infenfion o f belying only one fhing (alrighf - maybe<br />

fw o fhings - defy free cigareffes can never be ignored). We ran info fhe sporfs shop<br />

fo bey a foofball. bef dee fo fhe price we had fo w aif 'fill we arrived. Finally, affer<br />

aboef 1 week we finally g of ‘roend fo beying a “commenal” ball.<br />

The firsf serface fo serface daily baffering was fhe small bef exfremely effective<br />

patch o f grass oefside Reznik #7 which was soon ferned info a perfect "one<br />

boence pitch. If took a while, bef affer a long tiresome sfreggle wifh fhe yanks, and<br />

their pathetic game of basketball, we laid claim fo fhe coert af Reznik for a foofball<br />

pitch. Many a memorable game has been played there, and there is nothing more one<br />

can ask for fhan fo play fhe tidy game overlooking fhe holy city!<br />

At firsf, for us Westerners, it was extremely strange to have fo start fhe week<br />

on Sundays. But w hat helped immensely was knowing that there was always a United<br />

Nation foofball match (on fhe H yaff pitch) to look forw ard to every Sunday night Of<br />

course us Brits turned up without fail (even in fhe pouring rain), but other nationalities<br />

committed fo fhe cause were: the Dutch, Israelis, French, Scottish, Welsh, Australians,<br />

South Africans and Brazilians and last, but certainly least .. fhe sole Argentinean representative<br />

- who certainly does Maradona and the Argentinean footie team proud, with<br />

his love of fair play and commitment fo keeping within fhe rules of fhe game (YEAH).<br />

As the founders of world civilization, one of fhe new British inventions now<br />

adapted even by Americans, is fhe beautiful game of “one bounce” No matter what the<br />

situation, you’ll always find a game, whether if be af a Motorway (Highway) service<br />

station, or on fop o f a mounfain(as Sea to Sea).<br />

A big thank you must g o f out fo the owners of Zolly’s the Tavern, fhe Road Bar,<br />

and Champs, who have all had fhe privilege of hosting a group of drunken English bloks<br />

all intent on concentrating on fhe game, and certainly not on providing them wifh any<br />

business. Israeli pubs may be willing fo accommodate for British foofball but Channel 5<br />

was certainly nof. Firstly, during a major English cup final between the Spurs and<br />

Lechesfer they had fhe audacity fo switch back and forth fo an irrelevant Celfa Vigo<br />

game. For this reason we blame and hate Chaim Ravivo. Secondly, on send final day,<br />

Israeli cable decided fo go AWOL in fhe center o f Jerusalem. The British contingent was<br />

forced fo run around Jerusalem like headless chickens, fo find fhe games and some even<br />

resorted fo watching if in an electrical store selling TV’s (in fhe Canyon). Yet again<br />

Celfa Vigo and Chaim Ravivo interrupted. We’ll never forget having fo convince a university<br />

professor to reschedule a lecture fo accommodate our watching, and also when a<br />

whole male population o f fhe class cuts class fo see a game/<br />

Just fo get one fhing straight - “Handball” is so-called because they use their<br />

hands and a ball - - “Football” is so-called because fhe players kick fhe ball wifh their<br />

feet/ Why do you (fhe Americans) insist on calling is SOCCER? P.S. where did your hoops<br />


a -x<br />

A is for Alcohol (Always a good start/)<br />

B if for Battiness and goatees<br />

C is for chasteness (or lack thereof)<br />

D is for Dizzy, like a whirlpool<br />

E is for Exams<br />

F is for “Felching for Peace”<br />

G is for G-rass (Don’t walk on it)<br />

H is for homophobia (piss o ff you bastard/)<br />

I is for Intelligence - gone to waste<br />

J is for Jeff “Golf Shoes” Seidel<br />

K is for 0 Computer please work/<br />

L is for a Lorra Lorra laughs<br />

M is for Ministry of (you’ve all been shafted up the) Interior<br />

N is for Not on your life your fat, American bint/<br />

0 is for over-sleeping. “God bless us all”<br />

P is for piss-ups and football. Op the arse<br />

Q is for e-mail strictly<br />

R is for Rock Bar (men only/)<br />

S is for Strudel (need we say more?)<br />

T is for Tel Aviv. Wish you were there?’<br />

0 is for Olpan’s heady asinine days<br />

V is for Vivacious BASP babes. Any takers?<br />

W is for Whorient (see above)<br />

X is for Xenophobia of Americans<br />

Y for Yoel “your friend and mine” Nesson<br />

Z is for Z722222... (and plenty of them).<br />

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Ezra Androphy... five shekel falafel<br />

Larry Brooks... anything at the Hyatt<br />

David Berm an... Kinley<br />

Seth Kaplan... a stray cat<br />

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carrion .-st****<br />

Suzanne Kurtzer... Nutella<br />

Paula M argulies... a wad of chocolate<br />

Shoshana Eisenberg... a Kinder Egg<br />

Evan Jacobs... a M ilky<br />

M ichelle Farbenblum... "lollies"<br />

Rachel Schlenker... Nescafe<br />

Eva Price... free tequilla at the Orient<br />

George Farah... Terrayaki<br />

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Gaby Schoenfeld...M arzipan<br />

Jay Ben'O us... a pomello<br />

Adam Eis ... a Forum Hamburger<br />

Jeremy Goldman ... free pizza from Jeff Seidel<br />

Rona Yona ... a sandwich<br />

Merissa Rittmaster ... Afarsemonim (persimmon, that is)

T h e C@"@ p S w e e p<br />

by Pamela Berkowitz<br />

So, you haven't gone grocery shopping in two weeks.<br />

You're out of pasta, cereal and peanut butter, and your pita is moldy. Know what time it is? Time for the<br />

"Co-op Sweep." Ready? Set? Go!<br />

You walk to French Hill, grab a cart, and let the nice man at the door check your backpack. You turn<br />

right, and enter the produce section. You throw some veggies and fruits into a bag, and then it hits...<br />

The Shuk Guilt! How can you pay 32 shekels for mushrooms when they only cost 10 at the shuk?<br />

Forget Econ 101 and opportunity cost- you'll spend all day tomorrow at the shuk. Besides, vegetables<br />

only rot anyway! So you turn the corner and enter the salad section. You grab a small container of<br />

hummus- Wait, you better get the big one. Then you go to the dairy section. Get some chocolate milk,<br />

chocolate yogurt, chocolate milkies, and then move on. Don't forget to stop by the freezer section.<br />

What is life without shnitzel? OK, so now you walk down the cleaning aisle...there are cleaning supplies<br />

in Israel? Who knew? You remember that you need eggs and milk. You start walking back to the<br />

refrigerator section and then remember that only silly Americans refrigerate milk and eggs! Silly you,<br />

they're right on the shelf next to the canned goods. You can't help but wonder why everything good in<br />

Israel comes in a bag...milk, cake, Bissli, Bamba... kind of makes you think. Next comes the beverage<br />

aisle, and with it the age old question- bottled or Brita? Well, you haven't changed your Brita filter<br />

in...about...never. Basically, you'd better get bottled. Well, now that you got water, you better get some<br />

beverages with flavor. Vodka and wine will do. You opt for quality this time and get the citrus flavored<br />

12 shekel vodka...anything less would be a sin. Then the wine. White or red? Dry or sweet? Better get<br />

one of each. Now it's time to approach the check-out. You knew that all the time you spent on amusement<br />

park bumper cars as a kid would come in handy sometime. Do you dare try and wait in the express<br />

line with 11 items in your cart? You finally get up to the cashier and pay your 200 shekels. But<br />

there's more! The cashier informs you that you've gotten a free gift. What could it be? $1 million, a<br />

new car, a free trip to Paris... Oh, it's a bottle of grape juice. Well, you take the grape juice and throw it<br />

in some nice yellow Co-op bags and walk outside. You walk home<br />

and put your food away. An hour later,<br />

you feel your tummy growl. You walk to<br />

the kitchen, open the refrigerator and<br />

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cupboards and realize that you have<br />

nothing to eat...better go out for dinner.<br />

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The Shuk<br />

by Sarah Sherwood<br />

It’s Friday m orning and you are in Israel. You wake up, talk to your room mate<br />

about the night before, and<br />

pull up those rickety shutters<br />

in your dorm room to let in<br />

some of that M iddle Eastern<br />

sun. But som ething is m issing.<br />

Shabbat is 8 hours<br />

away— it isn’t that. You feel<br />

the distinct need for som e­<br />

thing loud, crowded, exhilarating,<br />

and just a bit d irty ......<br />

OF COURSE !!! You are due<br />

for your weekly trip to the<br />

shuk !<br />

As year or sem ester<br />

students at <strong>Rothberg</strong>, one of<br />

our aims is to experience the<br />

sights, sounds, culture, and w ell... smells of our local host country. And one of the best<br />

ways to do that in one fell swoop is a trip to the M ahane Yehuda Shuk. W here else can<br />

you get such a feast of colorful fruits<br />

and vegetables, vendors screaming<br />

“Banana b ’eser! B -Eser!” . Not to<br />

mention a variety of clothing from<br />

tank-tops to long skirts, from blackhats<br />

to kafias.<br />

Many of us made a quick adaptation<br />

to Israeli life by participating in<br />

the local custom of the Friday morning<br />

stampede before Shabbat to buy all<br />

the fresh fruits, vegetables, spices and,<br />

of course, humus and pita that our<br />

hearts could desire for the coming<br />

week. Despite the crowds and the<br />

push and shove — or perhaps partly<br />

because of them — most of us will<br />

have fond m em ories of one of the<br />

most characteristic shopping experiences<br />

Jerusalem has to offer.

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Living on French Hill and Mount Scopus can sometimes get to be a bit boring and dull. An<br />

amateur might ask, "W here can w e go?" As Petula Clark once said a few decades ago,<br />

"You can always go...DO W N TOWN ."<br />

That's exactly what a lot of us have<br />

done. During the day there's food<br />

shopping at the shuk or clothes shopping<br />

on Jaffa and King George. For late<br />

afternoon or nighttime, there are a<br />

wide range of activities for a wide<br />

range of people. There's the Russian<br />

compound, Yoel Solomon, and we can't forget Ben Yehuda. Strolling down the Midrachov,<br />

I can recall many regular and eye-catching sights: the woman with her guitar and dancing<br />

puppet, the drummers surrounded by a crowd of onlookers either quietly tapping their<br />

feet or dancing in the middle of the circle, the crowd of men thinking they can outwit the<br />

dealer in a game of 3-Card Monty. And w e can't forget to mention those ever present<br />

yeshiva kids chattering away on their pelephones or drinking alcohol from a bottle in a<br />

brown paper bag in Kikar Zion.

Name: Jeff Seidel<br />

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Last time you got out of the shower<br />

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Your closet<br />

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If Jeff Seidel leaves his student center on French Hill at 20:30, travelling in his van<br />

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“There were lots of Arabs. ”<br />

Elishe Rothenberg on her thoughts of<br />

Jordan<br />

PETRA<br />

By Adam Eis<br />

In October, I was one of four American citizens who decided<br />

to cross the Jordanian border to visit Petra. After we<br />

left Israel and paid our fees (60 shekels at the time), we got<br />

to the Jordanian side and that’s where they got us. 33<br />

Dinars to enter Jordan doesn’t sound like much, but when<br />

that adds up to $45.00, it’s a hell of a lot. And that is just<br />

getting in to Jordan. I felt like I was paying for Hussein’s<br />

Chemotherapy (at the time of our visit he was alive, and<br />

receiving treatment). After emptying our wallets out at the<br />

border, and no ATM machine in sight, we finally got to<br />

Petra. Spending one day in Petra is more than enough time<br />

to visit the infamous Treasury (Yes Indiana Jones and the<br />

Last Crusade was partially filmed there), the Roman Theater,<br />

tombs, tombs, and more tombs, and even climb up more than 800 steps to the Monastery.<br />

Petra is a very unique city, as it is all hand built out of mountains. After a long day, if you are<br />

tired, you can even sleep in one of the caves (See “Mike’s Criminal Record” for more details).<br />

Africa<br />

by Mike Shinewald<br />

Over February break, twelve <strong>Rothberg</strong> students from the U.S. and<br />

Canada travelled to the East African countries of Kenya and Tanzania.<br />

Activities ranged from hiking Mt. Kenya to safaris in Masai<br />

Mara, Ngorogoro Crater, and the Serengetti. We also relaxed on<br />

the coastal towns and islands of Zanzibar, Mumbasa and Lamu. The<br />

beautiful plains of East Africa offer a wide variety of birds, reptiles<br />

and land animals. The natural beauty of East Africa is something<br />

that will stay with all<br />

Mt. Kenya<br />

of us forever.

Sinai<br />

by Jerem y G oldm an<br />

A hhhh, Sinai! Hopefully you h ad th e m agnificent o p p o rtu n ity to<br />

check out th e w o n d e rs of this desert p en in su la d u rin g your stay. I've<br />

learn ed th e re are tw o p ath s you can take w h e n you visit this region. You<br />

can explore th e g rea t desert once w a n d e re d by the ancient Israelites,<br />

gazing u p o n colored canyons an d aw esom e m o u n ta in s via jeep ride or<br />

camel. This is o n e of th e m o re a m azin g places to hike in the M iddle East<br />

... or so I’ve h e ard . See, I always opted to take the second option con cern ­<br />

ing Sinai — EXTREME RELAXATION. M an, w hat a place... Chilling takes on<br />

a n ew elevation as your body n u m b s to th e effects of the desert sun,<br />

B edouin hospitality (" ch y a a fa " in Arabic — I learn ed it in Ze’ev M ag h en 's<br />

class), cheap a n d often delicious food (especially w h en you’ve got the<br />

m unchies), com fortable lo u n g in g areas, skunky schwigity schw ag (also<br />

k n o w n as " b a n g a ” by the local E gyptians and " t r e n n a by the Bedouins)<br />

and friendly people (m ost of th e m are n a m e d M o h am m ed w hich m akes<br />

your life a lot easier).<br />

On m y first trip to Sinai I h ad an experience l will never forget. 1<br />

was in T arabin looking for som e e n te rta in m e n t and 1 was referred to,<br />

you'll n e v er guess, a B edouin n a m e d M o h am m ed . He guided m e out of<br />

the city, across th e h ighw ay (m ore like deathw ay... Egypt has the n u m b e r<br />

o ne death rate o n th e roads), an d up tow ards the distant m o u n tain s. We<br />

chatted alo n g th e way an d finally reached a small te n t nestled in the foothills<br />

of th e Sinai M o u n tain s. The view from w ith in the ten t was spectacular.<br />

You could see all of T arabin an d N uw eiba City lying beside the glorious<br />

Red Sea w hich stretched across to Saudi Arabia. In w o n d e rm e n t, T<br />

w aited in com plete silence w hile Asus, m y soon to be B edouin friend,<br />

en tered . He knew n o English b u t w as fluent in H ebrew for he had lived in<br />

Israel for seven years after 1967. We chatted for a long tim e as he m ade<br />

m e au th en tic tea (this is th e real stuff) and rolled joints of the local to ­<br />

bacco (yeah, right) w hich w ould have im pressed Willie Nelson. He told<br />

m e to com e back w ith friends - to leave m y wallet b e h in d - and he w ould<br />

take us o n a "tiyul" w e w ould n ev er forget. The next day T re tu rn e d and<br />

he w as rig h t. A fter a lo n g hike w e re tu rn e d to his te n t w h ere his servants<br />

(?) h ad p re p a re d for us a hearty m eal of fresh fish, rice, an d potatoes. We<br />

keep in touch.

Amazing Thailand<br />

"Monks” Photo by Avi Fogel<br />

“Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves<br />

no trace<br />

Like thoughts inside a dream<br />

Heed the path that led me to<br />

that place<br />

Yellow desert stream<br />

My Shangri-La beneath the summer<br />

moon<br />

Will return again<br />

Sure as the dust that floats<br />

b'hind you<br />

W hen movin' through Kashm ir”<br />

- Led Zepellin<br />

India<br />

“Kashmir” Photo by Kevin Scwartz

(Hj Criminal ReC© r d<br />

by Mike Lebson<br />

First of all, let me just say that the only country where I<br />

could have legitimately gotten in trouble with the law was<br />

Jordan. In Russia and Egypt I was innocent, I swear!<br />

I guess the students of the One-Year Party have an international<br />

reputation for trouble-making, because in every country outside<br />

of Israel that I toured this year, I had run-ins with the law. In<br />

October I toured Russia for 3 Vi weeks. I learned a lot during<br />

that time, including how the “law” works in Russia: it doesn’t. Mike (left) bringing out his feminine<br />

side with travel partner Eyal<br />

I met an Australian backpacker in my hostel the second<br />

day I was in Moscow, and we decided to tour the capital together. Our first stop was to be<br />

Lenin’s body (preserved and heavily guarded on Red Square for your viewing pleasure). As we<br />

were walking toward the Metro station in our usual happy-go-lucky, Ha-ha-communism-felland-capitalism-didn’t<br />

way, we crossed a wide road to get to the other side. Just as we were<br />

poised to enter the Metro station, the police closed in on us in a high-precision sting operation....<br />

Ok, so one G.A.I. (traffic cop) stopped us, took our passports and visas, and ordered us into his<br />

unmarked van. Since he had a submachine gun and our only means of international identification,<br />

we were forced to obey, despite much protesting and an attempted 10-ruble - about 68<br />

cents U.S. at the time - bribe (hey, we’re cheap). After a half hour of interrogation in the van<br />

(interspersed with offers of vodka and beer which we declined), we learned the ultimatum: 300<br />

rubles ($20 U.S.) each, or be booked at the police station and released for free. Our crime?<br />

Crossing the street at a place other than a crosswalk.<br />

Being the shrewd backpackers that we were, my Australian friend and I opted for the<br />

police station. After another fifteen minutes or so, it became clear that we had accidentally<br />

called his bluff, and we finally got to leave for free (which, I found out later, is extremely rare...<br />

so don’t try this at home, kids).<br />

My encounter with the Egyptian law in February did not require as much<br />

fierce mental strategy, but rather driveling pleas for mercy: while my friend<br />

Eyal and I were waiting for the Metro train - which seems to be the only<br />

common denominator with my Russian quasi-arrest - in Cairo, I decided on a<br />

whim to take a picture of a clock with Arabic numerals hanging from the<br />

ceiling. (Hey, admit it, that’s a pretty neat picture!) An astute young soldier<br />

noticed my felony, and promptly marched me to his commander upstairs.<br />

Clock in Egypt This time, at the wise suggestion of Eyal, I had surrendered my student ID<br />

card instead of my passport. Drawing from a wealth of knowledge of Arabic (“Ana khawagga”<br />

- “I am a dumb tourist”) gleaned from my Let’s Go guide, I was released with a wag of the<br />

finger and a snicker. My crime? Pictures are forbidden in the Metro.<br />

Jordan is a little different story. Travelling alone, I decided to save time and money, both<br />

of which were running low, by sleeping inside one of the ancient caves carved into the rock face<br />

of the old city of Petra. This wasn’t exactly “legal”, but I couldn’t see it hurting anybody. It<br />

must have looked strange, though, leaving at 7:30 in the morning when all the other tourists were<br />

coming in, because a man with an authoritative air (which is often the only way to tell who is in<br />

charge in Egypt or Jordan) stopped me and sternly asked if I had slept in Petra. Once again the<br />

Quick Thinker, I told him that I had just entered, and now I was leaving again because I did not<br />

feel well. He grunted and I kept walking quickly, clutching my stomach for emphasis.<br />

I really can’t extract a common moral from my international run-ins with the law, other<br />

than: When the police stop you for no good reason, don’t get too worried. :-)

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To:<br />

CC:<br />

Attchmnt:<br />

Subject:<br />

My Brother Niss (niss@aol.com)<br />


Well Niss, I have to say that with the exception of using your apartment<br />

as a second home I really am not missing my normal life at<br />

school! I love Israel- it kicks so much ass that it hurts. Except<br />

for a few minor exceptions I am having an amazing time. These exceptions<br />

are school, and some of the extracurricular activities that I<br />

am doing for school. For example: In the mornings I spend a few<br />

hours making license plates for the Iraqi government. The afternoons<br />

are spent rescuing Israeli hostages from Palestinian concentration<br />

^ camps. Then I have lunch, after which I groom<br />

my assigned camels for an hour or two,<br />

which leads me right into machine gun<br />

11 1 waxing and film sessions of guerilla<br />

warfare tac- tics. Then I take phone calls from Israeli settlers<br />

who are complaining about living in the Gaza strip. The most common<br />

thing they complain about is rotator cuff injuries from throwing<br />

rocks and hand grenades. Then I have dinner. Then I have my night<br />

courses. They start with my Palestinian propaganda class, where I<br />

learn to subliminally make Palestinians into 2nd class citizens<br />

through the joy of public speaking! Next, I have an Israeli bestiality<br />

class, which specializes in camel humping! I'd rather not<br />

speak in detail about that class. I finish with my terrorism<br />

class, where the final is to hijack a plane. All<br />

in all, things are going well and while this is not<br />

quite what I expected from the program, (especially<br />

when the head of the program spoke to us about making ourselves feel<br />

right at home) I am learning some valuable war tactics and military<br />

machinery clearance. I hope all is well at home and I will speak to<br />

you soon.<br />

“ft* R t*{ 7*'*4 "<br />

f t j t e A c c trm<br />

7am*am* 'Sf<br />

Later,<br />

Benji Khabie<br />

P.S. I have broken a school record by<br />

signing four different peace accords!<br />

ing, huh?<br />

already<br />


"Scenes From Roth berg (H igh)"<br />

Professor: Do you know the answer?<br />

Student: No<br />

Professor: Why?<br />

T H E f o n T i C S<br />

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Student: I don't recall<br />

Professor: Did you do the reading?<br />

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The Common “Arse"<br />





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M a tc/ im a k e r, M a tcA m ia k e r<br />

by Karen Foxman<br />

One of the many expectations placed on 20 year old college students spending a semester in<br />

Israel is that they will find a significant other while residing in the Jewish homeland. O.K.... Let’s be<br />

realistic. Forget the concept of significant others.<br />

Cousin Rachel met her husband Joshua while she was studying at Flebrew University. Aunt<br />

Ruthie’s neighbor’s nephew met his wife when he was in the laundromat on French Hill. That guy that<br />

my mom works with (I think his name is Shloime), he was feeling bored and lonely one day so he<br />

decided to go to the Holy Land and come home with an ex-chayelet, soon to be Mrs. Shloime Levine.<br />

Needless to say, my Grandmother calling me and asking if I’ve met that “nice boy” from Long<br />

Island whose mother goes to synagogue with my cousin Florence does not help me to forget that people<br />

think that Israel is the place where matches are made. If this is indeed the case, then let us examine the<br />

endless possibilities. Of course, in order to do so we must extend our horizons beyond <strong>Rothberg</strong><br />

International High School and the extremely well-balanced female: male ratio (what is it, 4:1?)<br />

From my experience, whether it is walking to class fully clothed in the morning or jogging with<br />

a friend wearing shorts and a tee-shirt around Ramat Eshkol in the afternoon, I find the mating rituals<br />

of Israel men quite alluring. Please keep in mind that I do not intend to downplay the mating rituals of<br />

American men, it’s just that the Israeli method blows them away.<br />

The incessant honking is one method. I can just see Udi and Ozzi sitting in their terrorist van<br />

and Ozzi saying to Udi, “Ehhhhhh...Look, Udi! There are girls wearing sweatpants and sweatshirts.<br />

Let’s honk at them and see if they like us!”<br />

Or perhaps they think that pulling up on the side of the road and mumbling incoherently in<br />

some language will tempt us to jump in the vehicle and drive off with them to Eilat. Or maybe I’d<br />

rather go to Eilat with a large beer bellied man who, while working in a gas station, decides to take a<br />

little “hafsakah” and stalk my friend and I for a few blocks before realizing that we do not go out<br />

jogging for the purpose of making “special friends.”<br />

When I am not jogging or walking seductively through the streets of Jerusalem, I am collecting<br />

telephone numbers from cab drivers. “Oh! You from America... Speak Hebrew to me...Sounds Bea-u-<br />

ti-ful... Yofi! Like a baby, when a baby makes his first words... Are you married? Here is my<br />

pelephone number...Call any time! All day! All night!”<br />

Ari, Avi, and Ababa are still waiting for a phone call.<br />

The big winner in the Great Boyfriend and/or Israeli Man of the Year contest is a certain<br />

Hebrew University Guard who shall remain nameless. It is very reassuring to know that I can feel safe<br />

while wandering around the <strong>Rothberg</strong> High complex in the dark (because the University has decided<br />

that they will save electricity costs by turning off the outside lights at midnight, because no one is<br />

outside between midnight and dawn and anyway, the stars provide adequate lighting). When I was out<br />

past my curfew one night, I asked a security guard why the lights turn off at 12 AM and why it is dark<br />

for the remaining six nighttime hours. My hero’s response was, “Ehhhhhh.....Don’t worry. You<br />

don’t need lights...I am here... I will protect you...Ehhhhh...What is your name?”<br />

Then again, maybe I don’t need him. Maybe Hal will protect me. I see him all the time. On<br />

the plane ride here.



By Adam Eis<br />

1) Pushing old ladies - don’t deny it. You know you’ve done it at least once.<br />

2) 20 year olds wanting to look 17 - if you never asked for that card, you lost<br />

out.<br />

3) Perpendicular/diagonal parking - The Israeli motto is, “If it doesn’t fit,<br />

never quit...there’s always room for your car, whether it’s parked diagonal<br />

or perpendicular.”<br />

4) Buses pulling over for a falafel - don’t believe m e....just walk to the 5 shek<br />

falafel store (actually hut) and you’ll see.<br />

5) M16’s everywhere - It’s not in every country that people walk down the<br />

street with M16’s. Back at home if people see an M l6, they will run for<br />

cover.<br />

6) Checking bags when you enter and not when you leave - need I say more?<br />

7) Your falafel dealer is also an oral surgeon - rumor has it that you get a free<br />

falafel with every check-up...<br />

8) Chefetz Chashud - If you leave a bag unattended here, it gets blown up. If<br />

you do the same at home, it gets stolen.<br />

9) Ridiculous Store Hours - Why is it that stores are always closed during your<br />

free time, and open when you have classes. Can you say conspiracy?????<br />

10) Bezek - There is no way you will ever, and I mean ever, have an experience<br />

like this back home.

y Adam Eis and Jeremy Goldman (yes, we ARE that funny)<br />

THE BOMB ... Soccer vs. Basketball fights ... Kevin and Jeremy’s BBQ ... Jeff Seidel ... The<br />

Elections ... Five Shek falafel ... The “Erev Keffi!” lady at the co-op ... Club 11 and Idelson 42<br />

... The 9 Bus ... “Nargucci” Mike ... Lunch and Learn, and after<br />

that Bench and Bang (there ya go, Darin) ... Basketball on<br />

Shabbat overlooking the Old City ... Arab<br />

sheruts (honk) ... The Move ... Cartis No’ar ...<br />

Arsim ... Fight at Strudels (you fought well,<br />

Matt)... 4 to 1 exchange rate ... Stanley<br />

Kubrick Marathon ... Water chugging in the<br />

Golan... Doo-Doo Ha’Madrich ... Gavi ...<br />

Sprinzak ... The “Whore”ient ... Russian<br />

(American?) Compound ... Chefetz Chashood (suspicious objects) ... Sonic<br />

BOOM ... Idelson construction workers (“Hey American girls!”) ... The<br />

_____ STRIKE ... The Late LATE Show ... We actually visited Bumblefuck Egypt<br />

Z<br />

/ ... “Used” toilet papers (Resnick Dorms) ... Oleh Yarok ... Drago at the gym<br />

—---- ... Goodbye Goldsmith, Hello Boyar ... BEZEQ shalom ... Machane Yehuda<br />

... Shavuot fights at the Kotel ... Sunday School ... Yom Ha’atzmaut in town<br />

... Ulpan ... Rugelach from Marzipan (MMM...Rugelach) ... Sports Night at<br />

Seidel’s ... Ma’ale Hachamisha (Machon Masa) ... PELEPHONES ... Shesh Besh ... Aryeh<br />

Deri ... Everyone speaks English ... For you my friend, special price ... balagan, sababa, staaam<br />

... Organization (yeah, right) ... smoking on the hill ... Galgalatz (biglal hamusica) ... The<br />

Cinemateque ... Kinley ... Stairs ... Microwaves in Idelson vs. No Fridge in Building 5 ...<br />

California elitists ... Cooper, Mike, and Ari ... Ani Iparon ... Imagine ... vertical money ... El-<br />

A1 ... Hebrew U. goes to Turkey and Greece ... Cindy and Marcela ... Movie “hafsaka” ...<br />

TECH-NO (put your hands up in the air) ... campus doctors ... Les Miz blackout ... Caveman<br />

... bomb shelter e-mail ... Choco Yotvata ... Peach Pit ... <strong>Rothberg</strong> High

jnjT ftr& iD ,<br />

1Jf*3 «• ■»*"»*»’*»*»»<br />

'Sr 672537<br />

Regular Cards<br />

Advantages:<br />

1) clear conscience<br />

2) you look your age,<br />

by Adam Eis<br />

As an overseas student, the only way to get<br />

around in Israel is to take those splendid Egged<br />

buses. When getting on the buses, one must make a<br />

very difficult decision. Should I buy the Cards Noar<br />

(youth card), or the Regular Cards? To make your<br />

decision a hell of a lot easier, we shall look at the<br />

advantages and disadvantages of each card.<br />

Cartis Noar<br />

Advantages:<br />

1) you get 2 rides for the price of 1<br />

or at least older than 17 2) you can actually pass for 17<br />

Disadvantages:<br />

Disadvantages:<br />

1) You only get one free ride 1) To tell you the truth, we can’t think of any<br />

Some advice:<br />

If you have a Cartis Noar and the Egged checker ask you, “Ben/Bat Cama Ahta/Aht (How old are you) just answer<br />

B’Anglit (In English). If he translates to English, just respond 17. If he wants identification, tell him you don’t<br />

have any. Worse case scenario is your card is taken away (which I never heard of before), but look at the bright<br />

side....throughout your year, you have saved enough money to buy a new one.<br />

m M J W l M 2 3 M W B y Jeremy Goldman<br />

I have always said that I have a “love-hate” relationship with the 23 bus. Hell, the kids across the street at Beit<br />

Riklis are not even permitted to ride on the 23 bus for whatever reasons. I’ll break it down to a few of the “goods”<br />

and “bads” of the 23...<br />

GOODS<br />

- No coincidence that the 23 is also the great Michael<br />

Jordan’s number. Soooo fast... We’re talking Mt.<br />

Scopus to Kikar Tziyon in like 6 minutes on a normal<br />

day.<br />

BADS<br />

- Fast? I once waited over an hour downtown for the<br />

stupid 23 bus. Saturday nights at the Central Bus<br />

Station are even worse. I just take cabs nowadays.<br />

- The bus is swift when driving through East Jerusalem. - There is a reason why the driver likes to get the hell<br />

He seldom stops and if so, very '<br />

out ot those neighborhoods. I needn’t continue...<br />

m m *<br />

- The drive past the walls of the Old City is truly - Damascus Gate can be scary. My roommate got shot<br />

magnificent. What a view! It’s worth it just for the there with rubber bullets.<br />

scenery.<br />

- This crazy freak often takes the 23 from the shuk and<br />

- The 23 goes straight to the shuk which is<br />

aents of how he likes my English and spells out<br />

you have lots of bags on the way back.<br />

words for me like “S-U-P-E-R-S-T-I-T-I-O-N” ... very<br />


'Who wouCcC<br />

you vote for?<br />

T h e <strong>1999</strong> Elections were quite<br />

IsraeCis said:<br />

56.5% 'Barak<br />

43.5% Biln<br />

an experience in Eretz Yisrael...<br />

The issues, well, were not so<br />

important to consider when you<br />

took a good look at these FINE<br />

looking candidates for the Prime<br />

Minister office. Eventually, the<br />

citizens of Israel cast their<br />

ballots and 56% decided that they<br />

preferred the sensual body of Barak<br />

over the lovely curviture of<br />

Bibi Netanyahu.<br />

All in all, both put on quite a show<br />

and despite the mudslinging and<br />

name calling, the editors find both<br />

Bibi and Barak extremely sexy in<br />

both physique and personality.<br />

Nice job girls...

ELECTIONS <strong>1999</strong><br />

Israeli election<br />

a s<br />

by the opposition<br />

religious parties<br />

happy with the<br />

developments<br />

rent governm ent,<br />

ing was, well, a topoliticians<br />

resorted<br />

and mudslinging.<br />

conviction of Shas<br />

Deri for embezzlecrimes<br />

and despite<br />

Shas’ earning of 17<br />

kenesset, only 2<br />

At the time of writ-<br />

witnessing an<br />

The previous keneset, led by Benyamin Netanyahu,<br />

brought down<br />

Barak wins<br />

stunning victory<br />

By HERB KEINON, Jerusalem Post<br />

JERUSALEM (May 18) - One Israel's Ehud<br />

Barak trounced Prime Minister Binyamin<br />

Netanyahu last night, according to Channel 1<br />

and Channel 2 exit polls, leading Netanyahu<br />

to concede defeat and tell stunned<br />

supporters that he is withdrawing from<br />

politics...<br />

Barak is still in the process of forming a new coalition. Good luck Barak!<br />

- Jeremy Goldman<br />

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by Eileen Shelden and Stella Bruno<br />

“If the bus is on time, the<br />

driver is not drunk, there are no flat<br />

tires, the food hasn’t been stolen and<br />

the roads havent been blocked by the<br />

snow, it is a good day.” These were<br />

the words of Michael Berle, Heritage<br />

Seminars program director as he<br />

prepared the 30 anxious students for<br />

their one week excursion to Poland.<br />

On Feb 9, <strong>1999</strong> 30 students along with Vicky Burglass, Heritage Historian, Jack<br />

Handely, Auschwitz survivor and Michael met at Ben Gurion Airport to begin one of the<br />

most powerful experiences of our year. Our journey began in Warsaw with stops at the<br />

Warsaw Ghetto, the Jewish Cemetery, and other sites related to the Jewish presence in Warsaw<br />

prior to the Holocaust. Next we found ourselves walking around the old Jewish area of<br />

Krakow. We walked through its many shuls (which are now museums or decrepit abandoned<br />

buildings), the Krakow Ghetto, and Jewish cemeteries. After Krakow it was off to Lublin<br />

where we walked through the Lublin Ghetto and Old Town Square. Vicky, our extremely<br />

knowledgeable historian was a constant source of information about Jewish life and tradition<br />

in pre-Nazi Poland. She always had a story to share to make every location come alive for us.<br />

She also had a lot to share about life in the camps. We visited the remains of Treblinka and<br />

walked through the still standing Auschwitz, Birkenau and Majdanek and also visited the<br />

location of the Plazsow work camp featured in Schindler’s List. We were fortunate to have<br />

with us a survivor of Auschwitz, Jack Handely, whose personal stories touched us all and gave<br />

us insight to the lesser known communities of Greek<br />

Jews that perished in the Holocaust. The experience<br />

was completed by singing various Chassidic niguns<br />

(tunes) and folk songs which allowed our group to<br />

bring back to life the rich culture that once existed in<br />

Poland.<br />

Heritage Seminars not only focused on the<br />

tragedies of the Holocaust but also provided us the<br />

opportunity to rediscover our roots and prove to the<br />

world that Hiders Final Solution was unsuccessful.<br />

“He who forgets history is condemned<br />

to repeat it.”<br />

Auschwitz-Birkenau<br />

-George Santayana<br />

A rose on the railroad track in Auschwitz

Holocaust Memorial Ceremony<br />

First they came for the Jews<br />

And I did not speak out<br />

Because I was not Jewish<br />

Then they came for the communists<br />

And I did not speak out<br />

Because I was not communist<br />

Then they came for the Catholics<br />

And I did not speak out<br />

Because I was not a Catholic<br />

Then they came for the Trade Unionists<br />

And I did not speak out<br />

Because I am not a trade unionist<br />

Then they came for me<br />

And there was no one left<br />

To speak out for me<br />

by Pastor Niemolier<br />

At 10 a.m., the siren was heard, and Shimon Lipsky opened the ceremony with the reading<br />

of the Yizkor. It was a special occasion for me, to commemorate this day together with hundreds of<br />

students from all over the world. I felt this strongly as six fires were kindled by Jews from different<br />

cultures, different backgrounds, and in different languages, all uniting in memory of the Holocaust.<br />

Hearing the Yiddish song: “It’s burning, brothers, it’s burning”, describing a person calling<br />

for help, asking his brothers to lend a hand and extinguish the flames of his burning shtetl, truly<br />

affected me.<br />

Ceremonies I have attended in the past never had such a strong influence on me, but<br />

perhaps this one was different. Having seen the process of choosing the texts, and then rehearsing<br />

them, gave new meaning to poems I knew before, like “The Butterfly”, and was even shocking, as<br />

in the dialogue of “A Mother and her Daughter”, which was new to me.<br />

I found it significant that ‘The Vow’ was read, in order not to forget that atrocities are still<br />

going on in Europe today, and that ‘Hatikva’ was sung, in order to appreciate the fact that today,<br />

those fleeing anti-Semitism have a home. I wish to thank all those who participated and helped out:<br />

Cooper, Elna, Deb, Naomi, Suzanne, Carmi, Katie, Gido, Olga, Becca, Anita, Shelly, Aliza, Esther,<br />

Ann-Marie and the a-cappella choir.<br />

-Naftali Meschel

Yom Hazikaron<br />

We are sitting at the memorial<br />

Tel Aviv,<br />

amidst a sea of Israelis.<br />

There are songs<br />

and poems and<br />

solemn speeches<br />

that flow through the crowd<br />

on a wave of sadness<br />

concert in<br />

im'Tn di<br />

Yom HaZikaron: We Remember.<br />

But it is not until the first<br />

soldier<br />

walks on stage<br />

that I understand:<br />

It is him.<br />

Ceremony at the Kotel<br />

flowers,<br />

and wander along the tayelet<br />

at dusk.<br />

I see him everywhere:<br />

bus stations, malls, cafes.<br />

There is a gun<br />

swung almost casually<br />

over his shoulders;<br />

reflective sunglasses hide<br />

his eyes.<br />

I have seen him laugh<br />

into his pelephone,<br />

fall asleep against<br />

the dirty window of a<br />

Jerusalem-bound bus,<br />

stop at a kiosk<br />

to buy his girlfriend<br />

And now I see him<br />

in a different light:<br />

as someone<br />

achingly, hauntingly<br />

mortal<br />

Yom HaZikaron: We Remember.<br />

We remember what Israel has lost,<br />

what could be lost still.<br />

-Paula Margulies

Yom Ha’Atzmaut<br />

niNnxyn di1<br />

by Ariel Serber<br />

Separating Jerusalem from every other city, and<br />

Israel from every other country, is the energy that<br />

one always feels. It’s as if there’s a certain aura<br />

and connection creating the diverse atmosphere of<br />

moods and emotions that exists here; changing<br />

yearly, monthly and sometimes daily. In this, some<br />

dates of the Hebrew calendar spur their individual<br />

drama and excitement. On the eve of the fifth of Iyar, after a sorrowful night and day of<br />

memorials and paying homage to the precious lives lost in the battles for this state’s survival,<br />

the country becomes engulfed in euphoria. This transformation<br />

is not marked by a siren, or even song or<br />

fireworks, but a shifting feeling in the air- a silent,<br />

spreading understanding that 51 years ago, on this day,<br />

the state of Israel was born. Celebrations, whether<br />

public, private, large or small are, in essence, all the<br />

same in goal and purpose; to show the love and commitment<br />

people have for this country- its land, history<br />

and future- each in it’s own spectacular way.<br />

5 1 Y<br />

e a r s ! ! !

T h r o u g h M y E yee<br />

by Seth Jaffe<br />

Is there any way to sum up a year or a semester in Israel? Is it at all possible to<br />

qualify the experience, doing it appropriate justice? The answer: probably not, but why not<br />

try anyway? All of us share similar experiences, beginning—for many—with El Al, that<br />

wonderful little airline that just loves security. The El Al motto goes something like, “just<br />

say something stupid about security so we have an excuse to display your underwear to the<br />

other bored passengers waiting in line.” When I first arrived in Israel last July on a group<br />

flight, Hebrew University had no idea who we were or why we were standing at their doorstep.<br />

A group of us, jet lagged and carrying all of our possessions, waited for a few hours<br />

until it became clear that we were, in fact, in the correct place. This was my first—but of<br />

course, not last—encounter with Israeli bureaucracy.<br />

Those first few days feel so long ago. Days when life revolved around ulpan and<br />

first falafels. Ahhhh, the beautiful days of ulpan, sun-filled days full of exploration and<br />

mandatory third grade. If you arrived for second semester, please replace “sun-filled” in the<br />

previous sentence with “rainy/chilly.” Personally, I hated third grade the first time around.<br />

It turns out that I still hate third grade. But those were beautiful days, days when we all<br />

made our first treks to: those fine folks who run the only ship in town and take it as a personal<br />

affront if you show even the slightest annoyance at getting ripped off by inefficiency so<br />

breathtaking that it gives new meaning to the word “incompetent;” but hey, that’s just the<br />

opinion of one person.<br />

Upon my arrival, I was shocked by how many ways Jerusalem varied from my norm:<br />

bartering with cab drivers, bartering with venders, bartering with everyone for everything.<br />

And the aggressiveness; Israel breeds aggressiveness (perhaps a necessary survival skill in<br />

this region). In many ways, this aggressiveness is good. When I returned home over the<br />

semester break, however, I found myself shoving old women and little children out of my<br />

way and even jumping people in line if they left so much as a toothpick’s length between<br />

themselves and any counter. In Israel, this type of behavior is a life skill; anywhere else, it<br />

is a gross violation of etiquette.<br />

And I cannot forget to mention politics. Every aspect of this country centers upon<br />

politics. <strong>1998</strong>-<strong>1999</strong> has been marked by a series of unforgettable events. From the day the<br />

bus-stop outside the old <strong>Rothberg</strong> building blew up, to the eve of a national election, this<br />

year has been anything but boring. We sit on the edge of a new millennium, a time of<br />

profound change for both Israel and the world. In recent years, Israel has experienced a<br />

radical demographic shift; a growth in tension between secular Jews, religious Jews, and<br />

peoples of different ethnic backgrounds; and, for the first time, a negotiated peace on all<br />

fronts seems within reach. The country sits at a crossroads; one road heralding a flourishing<br />

of new opportunities; and the other road heralding a growth in internal discord, characterized<br />

by an increasingly corrosive debate about the role of law and religion in a Jewish democracy.<br />

This year has also witnessed the acceptance by Likud of the land for peace formula,<br />

as encapsulated in the Wye accords. Good or bad, this change is a watershed event. Following<br />

the Wye Accords, we saw the Oslo process frozen by a Prime Minister tied in knots<br />

by a tenuous coalition, a coalition that has since fallen. And as I write this, Israel sits on<br />

the eve of a national election, an election that will shape Israel’s future for years to come.<br />

Whether you love or hate politics, they pervade the very essence of Israel.<br />

But overall, you have to love Israel. For all of the tension and discord, something<br />

tangible remains of the Zionist dream: a place of refuge, a place of hope, and a place of<br />

profound meaning. This state is a miracle, a tribute to the men and women whose sweat and<br />

blood transformed distant dreams into tangible realities. For the overseas student, the Israel<br />

experience requires laughter, persistence, and a desire to learn. For me, this year has been<br />

full of highs and lows, but it has always been magical, something I will carry with me for<br />

the rest of my life. Who knows, maybe it’s something in the air. . .

I<br />

[<br />

--<br />

by Shari Adler<br />

It’s been about five eventful months since we ve anived in Isiael. It wa‘ . n|ace<br />

chilly and wintry January that we boarded the plane, and made our jo u rn e y o the place<br />

that would be our home for the next halt a year. Some of us crie some o *<br />

nervous, others were excited beyond belief, but all of us held the hope that h.s program,<br />

this journey, this adventure would be the one that wou c ange our ■<br />

ever. Whether it was academically, religiously, romantically, or emotiona y wc<br />

hoped for something great. . ,<br />

The first week was hard, full of unexpected surprises. We were covered in mud,<br />

rained on, overtired, and sleep deprived. We saw dorms full of strangers and many<br />

unfamiliar faces. We had to find three random people to live with, deal with Bezek and<br />

housing, and we didn’t have phones for almost a month. However, we survived and got<br />

a few great and memorable laughs from it. Faces that seemed so unfamiliar soon became<br />

our best friends. Within days, doors were opening up, friends were being made,<br />

and Israel was being explored. We began to get into the swing of things and learned<br />

how to wake up at 8:20 and still make it to our 8:30 Ulpan class. We went hiking,<br />

camping, rappelling, and mountain biking. We watched warm, orange sunsets, met up<br />

at Idelson 42, danced at the Horient, and ventured around the Russian Compound. The<br />

first month seemed to last forever. So much happened within such a short period of<br />

time.<br />

Then classes began and we started another chapter of our lives here. We scheduled<br />

our classes around our friends and the weekends, met the first year students,<br />

traveled more, and looked at Israel as if it was our home. We celebrated birthdays,<br />

dressed up for Purim, and said goodbye to Idelson 42. We crammed weeks of lessons<br />

into one night of studying for midterms, visited the Kotel, bargained at the Shuk,<br />

partied on Yom Ha’atzmaut, and relaxed in the sun. We found our happy medium at<br />

<strong>Rothberg</strong> and in Israel.<br />

Abroad programs are interesting because you leave your security blanket and<br />

everyone you know at home. You pick and go to an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar<br />

people. However, most people who attend an abroad program are there on a mission, a<br />

quest. The uncertainty of the program is minute compared to the passion behind this<br />

quest. Most of us came here with the desire to find something. I hope everyone goes<br />

home with the knowledge that they found what they were searching for, and that it<br />

warms their heart every time they think about it.<br />

I cannot believe this letter is a farewell to Israel. It seems so long ago that this<br />

trip was being planned and prepared for and now the journey has come to an end. A<br />

major part of our lives here has come and gone already. So much has happened to all of<br />

us in these past five months. We have seen and done things that we never thought we<br />

would do. These things have now changed and improved us in many different ways. A<br />

piece of our heart will always be filled with the experiences and memories of this trip.<br />

No matter where our lives may lead or how far apart we are, we will never forget those<br />

who touched our lives here.<br />

“I am ready to leave, but not ready to go.<br />

“We always knew we’d look back at the times that we cried and laugh. But we never<br />

thought we would look back at the times we laughed and cry.”<br />


^y Ariel Serber<br />

Friday night, Ascent<br />

preparing ascent down kindred rocky road<br />

family of strangers<br />

faceless flowing streams<br />

salting icy passage<br />

gathering atop humble hittk., "<br />

eternally surrounding<br />

divine<br />

chosen city<br />

Protecting wall<br />

bitter with defeating centuries of neglect<br />

crying out to be { \<br />

seen<br />

heard<br />

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touched<br />

begging fortunate listeners<br />

to “smell restorations’ fruits<br />

taste sweet rejuvenation”<br />

in narrow streets once occupied<br />

stolen; broken by great giant nothings<br />

echoing hideaways of nameless giants<br />

ancestors of faith unparalleled<br />

Restored<br />

fulfilling latent exiled dreams<br />

in unconstrained childhood Joy<br />

linking diligently inquiring unknown<br />

in incomprehensible, impenetrable<br />

chain<br />

Jaffa gate lampposts, needless<br />

dull appendix, faint<br />

when juxtaposed<br />

with illuminated path<br />

of brightly lit<br />

memories<br />

unmistakably rootward<br />

closed eyes a compass<br />

navigating lost tribes to<br />

destination in stone<br />

Resonating footsteps ascending<br />

testimonial light<br />

confirming life in dead seas<br />

waking of long-buried bones;<br />

gasp-upon first everlasting stamp<br />

of knowledgeengulfs:<br />

Foreign, Identical survivors,<br />

recognizing unknown generations,<br />

raise proud right-hand eyeward,<br />

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remembering<br />

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