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One Year Program 

1979-1980 

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THE HEBREW UNIVERSITY OF JERUSALEM 

LA UNIVERSIDAD HEBREA DE JERUSALEM 

E5CUELA PARA E5TIJDIANTE5 DEL EXTERIOR • SCHOOL FOR OVERSEAS STUDENTS • X~lNtt‘Yir ,r l D ’T • n 'j n 'J I D D H n ' l 

Jexusalem 

May 15, 1980 

19 lyaA 5740 

It is a peculiax featuxe of the, job of the head of the, school that the. two 

main chance* he get* to addxess alt the OYP *tudent* axe when they fixst axxive 

and axe haxdly xecognizable one to anothex, and again when they axe almost 

xeady to leave. In between thexe wexe too few occasion* when we came to know 

each othex moxe than in pa**ing. Fox the mo*t pant, 1 have leaxned about you 

thxough teachex*, counselloxs, admini*txattoe pex*onnel and madxichim - all 

tho*e who,unlike me, had the good foxtune to meet you and woxk with you on 

pxacticaliy a daily ba*i*. 

Fxom all of them, I have been able to put togethex a complex *et of impxe**ion* 

that *ometime* baxely hang* togethex, but still ha* a dixcexnable common thxead. 

You came to u* fox all kind* of xea*on* - cuxio*ity, identification, boxedom, 

enthu*ia*m, pex*onal *eaxch, commitment, *keptici*m - a catalog of motivation* 

that alway* *tump* me when I am asked to explain why you axe hexe. Fox *ome of 

you, I know these xeason* changed duxing the couxse of the yeax, sometimes 

dxastically, pexhap* even painfully, sometimes so slowly and subtly that they 

will be cause fox wondex and thought fox a long time to come. Fox othex*, the 

feeling* and conception* you bxought with you have only been confixmed ox 

stxengthened. Haxdly anyone, a* fax a* I can undexstand, ha* been left totally 

untouched. 

Of couxse, we like to think that the majox cause fox all this Is the academic 

pxogxam. Teachex* have told me about examples of excellence, of papex* wxitten 

long beyond xequixement* and of that shaxp kind of questioning that signifies 

a special kind of tuxn-on deax to the heaxt* of academic*. The stoxy, howevex, is 

not that simple. It must also include the Hebxew Univexsity and Jexusalem, the 

view fxom Scopus and the walks in the stxeets. In not a few instances, it has 

been a child ox family in a pooxex neighboxhood that challenged you in ways 

which you had nevex thought youxs elves capable. And it has been the countxy 

of Isxael - its people, its dangexs, its fxustxations and its pxomises. We 

txied to offex you all these things, a leaxning expexience that neithex began 

nox now ends with the classxoom and the close of the school yeax. It was the 

best we could offex - and, fox the most pant, you did us the honox of giving 

us ox the School and the univexsity youx best in xetuxn. Oux thanks, oux best 

wishes fox the futuxe, and oux hope to see you with us again. 

Pxovost, O.Y.P. 

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THE HEBREW UNIVERSITY OP JERUSALEM 

LA UNIVERSIDAD HEBREA DE JERUSALEN 

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ICLng So lemon1a aphorism has been variously understood by the midrash as applying 

to the Aources ofa wisdom coming to the heart, on as the dispersed oh lArael 

coining to Jerusalem a t the h^>lrvr i reason. PerhapA we can Imagine a combonataon 

oh theAe two - the picture oh AtudentA (Aources oh wisdom?) Atreanung to Jerusalem, 

busing and Intermingling, loAlng and rehorming IndlvAjJual Identity, and then 

returning to the a ounce. 

A lange pnopontlon oh applicants hofl graduate Atudles at the Hebrew University 

are veterans oh the O.V.P. In this and other wayA, the 'Jerusalem connection' Ia 

maintained and Atrengthened. Elsewhere In this yearbook the Alumni AAAocuatcon 

is mentioned. We hope the OYP alumni will by their activity keep this connection 

alive. 

Behatzlachal 

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IArael Pol 

\}lce Provo At 

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After the long weary days of the summer ulpan, the depression 

of December, the idyll of Pesach, your time in Israel has fled 

ignominiously. How ironic that you have survived the pangs of 

adjustment to suffer the pain of departure. 

To separate oneself 

from this land is $ 10 1 J\ l")j)0 as difficult as dividing the 

Red Sea. It is sad to see you so, almost as if some part of us 

goes with you - an anguished thought for a lover of Zion! 

There 

is one comfort, however, You may leave Israel, but Israel will 

never leave you. 

We hope your stay in Jerusalem has enriched your 

lives as it 

continues to enrich ours. 

Dr. Aaron M. Singer 

One-Year Program 

3

The O.S.A. Speaks 

At the risk of sounding like the head counselor of a 

Zionist Summer Camp, I propose to write a brief farewell. 

As a graduate of this program, it would be academic to speak 

of the academics of the bygone years. No doubt, you came on 

this program intoxicated by such rumours, only to have them 

dashed in the Goldsmith library. Nevertheless, most of you 

had the opportunity to probe this country; continually seeking 

to grasp why you came here. Hopefully, the seminars, 

weekends, study tours, etc. abetted this process. Perhaps 

the year, in retrospect, will be a stepping stone to yes - 

here it comes -aliyah. Nevertheless, when you return "home" 

your family will undoubtedly take you out for a "food meal" 

and eventually public transportation will begin to feel abnormal. 

At first your old friends will look at you as if 

you are strange but they know you'll probably "straighten 

out" (a few may understand what you are going through). For 

many the memories will eventually fade into "fond experiences" 

to be related at family get-togethers. Statistically 

speaking, a few diehards will certainly return, but for the 

majority, only nostalgia remains; a nostalgia that may cause 

you to visit someday, or perhaps send your kids. If this is 

the case, then the year will have been just another "camp 

experience." In essence, I'm trying to say that there are 

many wonderful people on this program and it would be a damn 

shame if you didn't return. If you've been only half awake 

during this past difficult year, you understand how urgently 

you are needed. In short, I hope to see you back here someday 

soon - and hot as some delegate of some U.J.A. mission. 

L'hitraoth, 

Ian Stern 

4

A year has passed - and you already have one foot out 

the door. In a short time, you'll have returned from whence 

you came, and the university's computer will no longer remember 

your existence. But we will. We'll be left with the 

emptiness - left to wander in a ghost town and remember the 

myriad of faces, the laughter the vitality which you brought 

with you to Goldsmith. 

I remember your first steps in the Ulpan -a bit bewildered, 

a bit confused. Your first stammered sentences in 

broken Hebrew. Your slow but sure acquaintance with Israeli 

bureaucracy (come on - it's not so terrible, right?) 

Afterwards, on Mt. Scopus, we got to know you - which 

classes you wouldn't miss...and which classes you'd avoid 

like the plague...and where you'd spend those free hours 

during the day. Of course, we heard all about those frustrations 

which are an inevitable part of a year in Israel, 

but we also shared your discovery of the country and what it 

has to offer. 

I believe that our "Open Door Policy" achieved its purpose. 

We talked, listened, exchanged ideas... These conversations 

often had concrete results. We did our best to provide 

you with opportunities to live the "Israel experience" 

to its fullest: tiyulim, study-tours, and lectures. A good 

number of you were active on the various volunteer programsand 

this gives me another opportunity to say "Kol HaKavod" to 

those of you who gave so much of your time and effort. 

However I do feel that not enough is done to make you 

feel a part of Israel society - and this is one goal we'll 

continue to work toward. 

I have mixed feelings about this past year. On the one 

hand, there is the feeling that "we could have done more" - 

on the other, I'm glad to hear that you took advantage of the 

extracurricular activities we offered-and that sometimes you 

didn't even have time to take advantage of the variety of 

activities available. 

So, whether you like it or not - something of Israel's 

character and culture is going with you. I wish you success, 

and joy, 

L'hitraoth, 

Ya'akov Maor 

Speaking before the Knesset 

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Statistical Analysis 

I The purpose of this report is to convince every student that he is neither 

alone nor misunderstood in his neurotic mood swings (if indeed this is any condolence) 

. 

This is not to say he is Normal by any means, only in good company. 

II 

On the graph, the students' tolerance level, measured along the Y-axis, is 

plotted against the weeks of Ulpan along the X-axis.* 

III During the first week of Ulpan the students display fairly high tolerance 

because it is something new, and most are eager to learn. 

The novelty quickly 

wears off by the end of the week, and by the third week the tolerance level has 

dropped to its lowest point so far. 

However it soon picks up slightly when the students begin to get used to 

it; they are no longer so conscious of the hike to class, that the synagogue is 

1/3 of the way, the construction area 2/3 of the way, and so on. It is at this 

point that Ulpan becomes little more than an unpleasant habit, not unlike 

smoking - you'd like to quit but it's hard because everyone around you is doing 

it, too. This level is maintained over an approximate 4-5 week period. 

Around the middle of the 7th week there is an interesting split in the 

tolerance curve; about half the students continue in the plateau stage for another 

week or so, then slowly the level begins to drop at the realization that 

Daddy's $300 and 2 \ months of their time has gone to waste. The other half experience 

a sudden tolerance boost due to a discovery that they are actually 

learning something. However this new motivation is quickly and brutally destroyed 

when they try to practice their vast knowledge; they ask the Israelis 

questions in Hebrew, but then find themselves nodding while chanting " ~)?0? " and 

*Tolerance 

curve of 

Ulpan Students 

During course 

of the Ulpan 

6

jOJ ", although they don't understand a word of the response. 

Consequently, the following tolerance drop of this latter group is even 

steeper than that of the other (as can be seen by the graph), confirming the 

maxim, "the bigger they are, the harder they fall," and here the tolerance of 

all tragically dives to sub-zero beginning at the 9th week. 

Suicidal comments during this period should not be ignored. My beloved 

roommate, for instance, threatened to jump off the Empire State Building; 

seemingly impossible threats such as these are not to be laughed at, for although 

it is not as high, the Jerusalem Hilton would also get the same job 

done. 

During this acute crisis one should watch his/her roommate closely for 

signs of suicidal tendencies sucfr as: 

1) recurring nightmares in Hebrew 

2) sudden, frequent journal entries when all he/she had previously written 

was, "Well, I've finally arrived in Israeli" 

3) Refusing to do homework when he/she had done it so religiously all 

along, or 

4) Insisting on doing homework when he/she had avoided it like " f i t " all 

along... 

Fortunately, this trying stage is usually short-lived, for at the 10th 

week the despondent Ulpanites realize that if they don't know anything by this 

time, they aren't going to learn it in the remaining week-so worrying-studying 

and for the most part, attending class, is now unnecessary. The pressure is 

off, and tolerance for the last week of Ulpan climbs upward to an all - time 

high, where nothing matters but the upcoming "End-of-Ulpan" party and the trip 

to Greece or Sinai. 

This statistical analysis was made possible through a 

Shikunai HaElef Research Grant, and numerous unsolicited 

complaints of a random sample of fellow Ulpanites. 

Ms. Rachelle Burk 

Hebrew University of Jerusalem 

Summer 1979

JM, 

Jerusalem, City of Gold 

Growing old in Jerusalem 

Modest dress required 

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Poems 

Trying to Pray 

This dusk, I am quietly proceeding, thinking 

in its glowing embers. 

Jerusalem. 

The liquid eyes of Armenian priest 

disappearing in the bell toll 

swirl of black around the corner. 

Dusk: a corridor between dayfe cacophony 

and night spinning out sighs. 

Wise hands, gnarled like olive tree. 

(every wrinkle housing a proverb)-touch 

A lone wall weighed in stones and notes. 

Hasid davening 

in the departing rays. 

Mosque in alley 

arabesque tiles surrounding 

lone barefoot man on 

timeworn mat 

The wind as usher. 

Prayers in Queue, awaiting 

the caravan of stars. 

From somewhere on this Mount 

Jesus wept. 

He was known to pray all night 

while the city slept. 

A child holding wonder 

like a candle 

is faith's quintessence 

My prayers 

like potshots to the galaxyin 

Your Presence, 

i feel less than the 

child's apprentice. 

Arlene Czekalski 

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Dear Mom and Dad 

Send me M & M 's . 

Please send homemade (must to be) chocolate chip cookies. 

This is Israel. What do you expect? 50 letters a month? 

Tuna fish and raisins, gasp! 

Have I got a surprise for you. 

Are you sure I am Jewish? 

I've met OYP students from all over the country. 

$!? 

It will be called Avi or Ruthie. 

(Which state is Canada in?). 

You are the greatest. I'm glad you are my parents. No one else's parents are 

nearly as good. Please send money. 

Sorry I have not written in 3 years. P.S. Arrived safely. 

Who am I? 

Guess what? 

I decided to live here. 

Forget about sending food. 

I'm in love.... with an Israeli. 

My tastebuds vanished. 

Your check for $1000 bounced and I'm running out of cash and the banks are on strike 

Please send details of the superbowl, Stevie Wonder's new album, and lots of money. 

I can't afford to write you anymore. The postage just doubled. See you next summer 

I'm in Cairo. 

Whatâ great year abroad! 

I'm getting fat here. 

"Beam me aboard Scotty. 

London, Athens, Cairo.... 

Please send the next size clothes. 

There is obviously no intelligent life on the planet!" 

My personal helicopter was detained by the customs at Lod. 

about it? 

On your next trip to Israel, Tiffany's is a must. 

Stop the payphone business. 

Who won the World Series? 

Gue$$ what I need? 

Having a good time. 

They are on to us! 

Lizards in the room keep finals'week exciting. 

What do you mean you moved without leaving a forwarding address? 

Can you do something 

I'm forgetting my English and I don't speak Hebrew yet, pretty soon I won't speak 

anything... 

So, when do I get to Israel? 

rr 

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Dueling 

Dear Mom and Dad, 

I really miss home. How is everything 

going? Any good news about the 

family or friends? If you want to 

send me something, money always comes 

in handy. 

My classes are really going great. 

I study every evening for four or 

five hours. It seems like each Prof, 

wants us to read the entire library. 

I especially like my Jewish Thought 

class. Hebrew class is still really 

a challenge, but I think I am doing 

well in it. 

When I am not either in class or 

studying I keep busy with other educational 

activities. Last week-end I 

went to Herzlia to relax and see another 

part of the country. It is just 

20 minutes North of Tel Aviv and is 

one of the more wealthy areas of 

Israel. To save money I used my 

sleeping bag on the beach. Don't 

worry, I went with one of the guys 

from my building who is in one of my 

classes. We studied class material 

after the tours. 

Send my love to Aunt Betsy and 

Uncle Kenny. All is fine here and I 

am eating well. I'll be home sometime 

this summer. 

Love, 

Bruce 

PS. The water here could kill you. 

Letters 

Dear David, 

I really miss the old USA. What's 

new? Anyone pregnant or living together 

that I don't know about? Got 

any new girl friends? If you have the 

time, send me some pictures, okay?I 

Classes are boring. I've got some 

Profs who are okay but they pile on 

the reading. I had to read for four 

or five hours last week. In my Jewish 

Thought class the Prof is a real joker 

which makes it better. Hebrew is a 

blast. I took an easy course and do 

not have to do any work. 

I'm also keeping busy on the weekends.' 

Last week I went to Herzlia , a 

beach just North of Tel Aviv. I met 

this 'nice' girl there two weeks ago. 

We spent our time swimming, sunning, 

and keeping each other company. Unfortunately 

she does not own a sleeping 

bag so we had to share mine. Needless 

to say, all is going well. 

Say hello to the girls for me, especially 

that new one you wrote to me 

about. I'll be home the first of July 

for summer fun. 

Don't show this letter to anyone 

besides the regular group. Do not 

forget to send me information on the 

Seattle Super Sonic's play-off games. 

Shalom, 

Bruce 

PS. The beer here could kill you. 

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Poems 

Night 

near the citadel 

mother-of-pearl moon 

silence 

a citadel of gold 

in moonbeams. 

Near sunset 

a citadel of copper 

city in orange color 

sun walked from desert to city— 

left regards 

& continued west to the sea. 

the stars in a caravan come dancing. 

Afternoon 

citadel looks bronze, 

old, old, tired..starkly exposed 

humiliated against colorless sky of dust, 

in wind stormslike 

history's traumas 

and a white sun looks on. 

Morning arrives 

regally in shimmering garb 

announcing 

a proclamation of hope. 

yellow winks 

sunrise 

streaks of azure stretch; 

the sky smiles down on Israel and remarks: 

"Ah, you are still here. Good." 

proceeds to acknowledge the wakening city, 

clothed in ivory 

in delicate morning light. 

Incandescent rays show off their stuff. 

The sky opens shop. 

Behold, He who watches over Israel 

neither slumbers nor dozes. 


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Sharon sings 

Sunbathing Seminar 

Golan Tiyul 

Nancy buying bagela from friends 

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Life as an E le f- ant 

Drains clogged in the showers, long, dark corridors with 

drab walls, small, cubicle-like rooms. That was my first 

impression of Shikunai HaElef. 

I arrived on a humid evening 

in August, 

and upon my first view of my future living quarters 

(or surviving quarters, that is!), I wanted to catch 

the next plane back to the US. Hey, even camp had better. 

But then I psyched myself into a state of tolerance. 

"It's only temporary, "I thought to myself. Two months of Ulpan 

and then you'll be on your way to that mystical Chateau 

Resnique on Mount Scopus. 

Look on the bright side: you've 

got a good roommate, 

so put up a couple of posters and you 

might even start calling this place home! 

So I started to get used to the poor plumbing, 

peeling 

wall-paint, and dirty kitchen, and I even got used to the 

fact that I was among the minority in the Elef (Elef cats far 

outnumbered students). The posters were put up, the books 

were organized and shelved, 

and the mail began to filter in 

on a fairly regular basis. 

As the 

Ulpan neared, 

summer began to quietly fade out and the end of 

a terrible rumor began to circulate among One 

Year program circles: 

There were not going to be. enough 

places in Resnick to accommodate all OYP students. Some students 

would therefore have to remain here on Givat Ram in the 

Kirya or the Elef. And those students with a high Hebrew 

level in particular would be more likely to remain at Givat 

Ram. 

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"It can't be!" 

I responded in a panic. I was in the 

highest Ulpan level. "Stay in the Elef for a whole year? 

I'll lie down in the intersection of Yafo and King George in 

protest! Kerosene heaters in the winter? I'll get a doctor's 

note stating that I'm allergic to the smell." There 

was no way I was going to live through the year in Shikunai 

HaElef. 

Wrong! 

Sure enoughÎ wasn't among the majority chosen 

to move up to Resnick's American Ghetto. 

Nor was I among 

those chosen to live in the Kirya. 

I was doomed to be "one 

in an Elef." 

There was no blocking of busy intersections, 

and there 

were no doctor's excuses. 

To this day I can't explain the 

reason for my change of heart. But one day I came to the 

realization that living in the Elef was really a lot of fun. 

Big Shabbat dinners with my Elef Chevra in our greasy little 

kitchen, 

taking the ") ,-n 1 * °-P " every morning and evening, 

sunbathing between the row three buildings, and inhalinq 

that heavy kerosene-filled air with a touch of citrus (due to 

the orange and grapefruit peels that were placed on the heaters)— 

what a unique mode of living! 

As I go back to the U.S., I take these interesting Elef 

experiences with me. Drains clogged in the showers, long, 

dark corridors with drab walls, small cubicle-like rooms. 

I 

loved them all. 

Sharon J. Siegel 

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Dan on stage 

Inside Shikunei HaElef 

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You Know You're Starting 

To Learn Hebrew W hen.... 

...your Israeli roomate stops correcting your notes. 

...you start speaking slang Hebrew. 

...you don't ask IW or 

as often. 

...you finally visit your relatives and feel like you belong. 

...you stop buying The Jerusalem Post. 

...you stop fearing your Hebrew teacher. 

...you start taking Hebrew notes in Hebrew lectures and they make sense the next day. 

...you forget an English word and have to look it up. 

...you leave out the 'is' in letters to home. 

...people on the street quit answering you in English. 

...people stop asking you where you are from. 

...you have your first dream, or nightmare, in Hebrew. 

...you start passing Hebrew notes in class. 

...you attempt a phone call with no assistance from your Israeli friend. 

...you can read the notes sent to you by the dorm office. 

...someone asks you what time it is in English and you answer ’3ni Cl 61 

...you ask someone to "pass the NN " and to "pour the o'/v ". 

...it takes you less than one minute to sign your Hebrew name. 

...you're back home and your brother sneezes and you reply " 

...the first sentence that you use in a Hebrew conversation is no longer 

"? - A ' & IJ T , 1 M N " 

Bruce Greenbaum 

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A s the World Turns 

As one looks back on the past year, one realizes how many important events 

have affected those of us in Israel and people throughout the world. 

Events in the Middle East touched all parts of the globe. 

Following the 

United States Embassy takeover, in Iran on November 5, 1979, more than one 

country expected a small war to begin. 210 days later, following the failure 

of the US. rescue mission where 8 service men died, 

the 50 hostages are still 

waiting for a solution which will free them. 

In a flurry of recent events in Washington D.C., 

Secretary of State Cyrus 

Vance resigned when he could not agree with Carter's policies in regard to the 

rescue attempt of the hostages in Iran. 

He was replaced by Edmund Muskie by an 

overwhelming vote. 

In Bogota, 

Columbia envoys were attending a cocktail party at the time of 

the Embassy siege by the M-19 group. 

The hostages were finally released on 

April 27, 1980, after 2 months of difficult negotiations. 

At the Iranian Embassy in London, Arab terrorists took all the Iranians in 

the building hostage and demanded freedom for political prisoners. 

The British 

police ended the 

siege 6 days later after 2 of the hostages were shot and the 

embassy was bombed. 

The rest of the hostages were released. 

In accordance with the Egypt-Israel Peace Treaty, 

Israel returned 2/3 of 

the Sinai to Egyptian hands and as this goes to press, Autonomy Talks have been 

suspended. 

Tension grew following the terrorist attack on Kibbutz Misgav Am 

which left 3 Israelis dead. The victims included a 2 year old, the secretary 

of the Kibbutz, and an Israeli soldier. The 5 terrorists were also killed. In 

Hebron/ 

6 Israelis died and 17 were injured as they were ambushed by 3 terrorists 

with rifles and grenades. 

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Russia invaded Afghanistan in an effort to spread their politics to a non- 

aligned Third World nation. 

Despite condemnations by the UN General Assembly, 

the Russians refused to withdraw their forces. 

A direct result of this action 

by the Soviet Union could be a Boycott by the West 

of the Summer Olympics in 

Moscow. 

In the Winter Olympics in Lake Placid, N. Y., Eric Heiden and the US Hockey 

Team stole the show. Heiden won 5 gold medals while the American Hockey Team 

defeated the Russians in a pure athletic contest! 

A new country gained her independence in April 1980. Zimbabwe-Rhodesia, a 

former British possession was granted full diplomatic status in the U.N. 

There was a change in the leadership of Canada as a vote of no-confidence 

was registered against Joe Clark's government. Pierre Trudeau was re-elected. 

The United States Primaries have offered no surprises although the underdogs 

Kennedy and Bush have registered some upset victories. Anderson declared 

himself as an independent Third Party candidate. 

After an extended illness, Marshall Tito of Yugoslavia died, and the world 

awaited news of his successor. 1979-80 witnessed the loss of world leaders in 

many realms - from politics to philosophy and the arts to sports: Jean Paul 

Sartre, Jesse Owens, Alfred Hitchcock and Yigal Allon. 

In awards, Kramer vs. Kramer equalled Heiden's feat taking 5 Academy awards 

including Best Actor, Best Supporting Actress, Picture of the Year and Director. 

To list every important event of the past year would be impossible, to 

leave out anything would be a crime. Any international news event heard or 

discussed effects people throughout the world. Luckily we survived another 

year without a major war. One cannot even guess what will happen next year. One 

can only pray for World Peace. 

Melanie Mark 

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D 'llU 'U J 

‘WHEN THE MESSIAH COMES, ALL BOOKS WILL BE AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK,” Dr. E. FRIESEL 

Prof. Zev Mankowitz, Holocaust Studies

Looking Back 

Israel, for a year abroad, 

An exciting meaningless expression. 

A year was yesterday in the airport 

And a life away of thoughts. 

As time lulls me into looking at days, 

The months sneak past into memory. 

New stories, new friends, new sunrises. 

Questions I never knew to ask. 

Mom and Dad becoming Ruth and Mike. 

Over "there" life goes on. 

Winter's snow is melting, 

Strikes and elections-all without me. 

As if my presence doesn't matter. 

I look back with wonder 

As time does its magic disappearing act, 

And I am pleased. 

How can I forget the time 

I yelled unembarrassed and without end 

In my ridiculous Hebrew 

At the man who tried to 

Go ahead of me in line. 

Two minutes later we were 

Shaking hands and smiling. 

If felt so good to let go, 

Without hate. 

Or how about the long bus ride South, 

When John and I started singing 

Our Hebrew camp songs. 

At first they smiled, 

Then they joined in 

Or clapped if they didn't know the words. 

It felt so good 

To be a Jew among Jews. 

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Of course there were other times as well. 

There were the days 

I longed for home 

And the warm touch of my family. 

I have seen ugly things too. 

Tension and Demonstrations, 

Blind beggars and 

People of my father's age 

With muscles straining and backs bent 

From a wheelbarrow of dirt. 

I have glimpsed 

Of world morality. 

the cesspool 

I see more, feel more, 

And have become more. 

I stand now on my toes 

To see a jet landing. 

The passengers disembark 

And smile as a new adventure begins. 

I sit back down and cross my legs. 

The last two chapters of this novel go quickly, 

And I savor each word 

As I eagerly approach the end. 

Anonymous 

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Lou letting loose

Hey, It's Yoreding Sheleg in Jerusalem!" 

Israel is certainly a place for experiences; more so for some than for others. 

For instance, being from New Orleans I had never before seen fresh, authentic 

snow. ("Gasp! You mean NEVER?" J \ S lIc ? Never.) Oh we do get the cheap canned 

stuff that they spray on trees and windowsills at Christmas time, but that is 

about it. 

On that Purim weekend in Jerusalem I was truly touched that so many people 

seemed really interested in my first impression of snow. I was asked such 

questions as: "So Rachelle, what is your first impression of snow?" Well what 

could I say? "It's so cold! And everything is as white as snow!" 

Not all was completely pleasant. I learned a lot from the experience the 

hard way: 

1) Never wear sandals in snow. 

2) A snowball down someone's pants does not bring about the same fun as 

putting sand down his pants at the beach. 

3) It's colder than it looks. 

4 ) It gets wet when it melts. 

5) Except for the first several hours when it's all vanilla, snow comes in 

various shades and colors, but the brown doesn't taste like chocolate nor the 

yellow like lemon. 

6) The old postal service motto (in rain, sleet, or snow...) does not translate 

into Hebrew. 

7) t snow/. * cold ^ t heat allotment (amount of heat provided in Resnick is 

not in direct proportion to weather conditions outside) 

But all in all, Jerusalem in snow was most magnificent. Despite the fact 

that few people had thought to bring their waterproof boots to Israel and plastic 

supermarket bags failed miserably as a substitute, everyone was out building 

snowpersons (?) and attacking anyone within a snowball's throw (a little regression 

never hurt anyone). And when the sky began to clear and the sun reappeared 

The Golden City glimmered Silver. 

Rachelle Burk 

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Alumni Unite 

"Remember the Professor who taught Israeli History?" 

"Wasn't he the one who couldn't remember names until the last week 

of classes?" 

"Yes, that is him, good ole - What was his name?" 

"A reunion for one year program students? Who, What, Why?" 

"An active alumni group is forming. They are going to hold reunion 

parties throughout the states and one in Israel next year!" 

"Who? What? Where?" 

"Who is easy to answer. Anyone who has been in the One Year Program, 

whether in 1960, 1973, or 1980 is an alumnus or alumna and will 

hopefully be found. We will send letters to past program participants 

inviting them to a reunion party held in their area. With luck there 

will be reunion parties in New York, Chicago, California, Jerusalem and 

maybe other locations!" 

"Great! When?" 

"In the middle of the next school year a party will be held! It 

will be a chance to see old friends and meet people who have had the 

same type of experiences as you have." 

"This sounds great! 

How can I get involved?" 

If you want to find people from past years, write letters, or help 

organize a party in your area, write to: Bruce Greenbaum 

4540 East Mercer Way 

Mercer Island, Washington 

USA 98040 

He, with your help and the help of the American Friends of the Hebrew 

University and Hebrew University's OSA will work to organize an 

active and cohesive Alumni group for past One-Year Programmers. 

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Bus 28 

The shelter above me was a farce. No matter which way I turned the wind 

relentlessly followed me, sending ice darts into my unprotected face. It was 

days like this which turn the 28 bus into a rolling "Messiah". Every few seconds 

I would lift up my face convinced that the rumbling I heard was the 28, but 

no luck. They all passed by, the 18, the 20, the 6, but no 28. After a while 

it didn't seem to matter. I was already soaked to the bone so I tucked my face 

into my coat and drifted into my own thoughts while my body uncontrollably shivered. 

So this is what they were trying to warn me about at the interview, the 

infamous Israeli winter that covered the country with a blanket of wet depression. 

During the summer I remember laughing at the warning. This was a land of 

fantasy. All reality had been left at Kennedy airport. I was thinking about 

that afternoon at Kennedy when those who had gathered sucked me towards the ship 

of hope, the 28 bus. I had previously, proudly placed myself above the free for 

all anarchy that was the law of Israeli bus boarding and joked about the old 

ladies belting me in the stomach, but the rain, and the shivers it brought, triumphed 

over chivalry and I battled with everyone else. I had been a fraction of 

a second too late in establishing my place so now it was either push or freeze. 

I heard the driver yell "ain makom, ain makom" and I felt the panic of the 

people behind me. Their energy carried me on, as the doors shut with a vacuum 

seal. The next thing I knew I was searching through my pockets trying to sift 

through the worthless change and endless receipts for my damn cartese. The crush 

of humanity was forcing me towards the driver. He had one hand punching tickets 

and one hand shifting gears and one hand futzing with the radio and his cigarettes. 

I guess he was driving with his feet. No wonder they make more than 

doctors. I moved towards the back and tried to settle myself into another 28 

bus ride. The summer rides used to fly by as I would sit absorbed in thoughts 

about the Chassids and scenery of Levy Eshkol blvd., but on the winter rides 

every second seemed like an eternity. Time during this year was so precious and 

the 28 bus was stealing my year. It rolled on, every ring of the stop bell felt 

like another point being chalked up towards the goal of Scopus. 

In the back of the bus I saw a friend about to cry with frustration. Her 

bag of groceries from Machane Yehuda had just burst and as she tried to reach 

for a grapefruit which was hopelessly rolling away she had bumped her head on 

the butt of a machine gun. Only in Israel. I smiled, our eyes and thoughts met 

and we burst out into laughter. I tried to utter a how are you, but it seemed 

ridiculously absurd so I just laughed some more. 

"Hey, I missed the bank in town and at Givat Ram and I brought the wrong 

form to Hadassah," I bragged. 

"I'm just wet," she said and smiled and leaned against me. 

Two seats emptied next to us. I felt as if the Red Sea had just parted. We 

sat down with a plop. It was ten minutes before either of us said a word. We 

just pressed up against each other and listened to the sound of the rain on the 

roof of the Egged beast. 

"So how's it going?" she finally broke. 

"Hey beseder," I replied. I had long since given up trying to answer how 

it was going or what was up. The year was an emotional roller coaster and every 

minute something else was up or coming crashing down. I looked at her and wondered 

what the year had meant to her. We had grown up together in the Elef, but 

we had drifted out separate ways after the exodus from the Elef. My mouth talked 

to her about courses and the latest price hikes and strikes. It didn't much 

matter what we talked about as long as she was there. 

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"Hadassah" the driver barked and I staggered out of the bus and drifted home. 

I said goodbye to my friend and told her to stop by sometime. I felt the rhythm 

of my steps speed up as the gravity of home strengthened. Wherever there was a 

warm bed and food in the fridge was home, but Resnick and Jerusalem seemed to 

have a particularly strong force. Maybe there would be a letter. I broke into 

a run at the thought of it. Sure it was the damn Israeli mail, that's why I 

haven't received a letter in a week. In the back of my mind I knew that my 

drought had something to do with my not writing a letter for a month, but it 

seemed like such an impossible task. I opened the door to my room and saw three 

letters on my bed. A shot of adrenalin ran through me. The letters were little 

tangible packages reminding me of my existence. One was from my mom. Probably 

something about the latest nutrition discovery and whether or not Israel was on 

to it. From my school there was a package. It looked like some financial form. 

The third was the one I had been waiting for. I tore it open and began reading. 

It was bound to happen. Everyone had received one. The characters were different 

but the script was the same. Something to the tune of, our lives have 

changed too much to understand each other, good luck with your life and I love 

you. But this was especially disillusioning because it wasn't from a lover, but 

from my best friend. The worst part of it was that I kind of agreed. I remember 

how I cried when I received a classic Dear John back in August, so now I was 

calloused. As I read the rest of it and watched my last bridge burn I felt something 

nudge at my back. It didn't hit me at to what it was until I opened the 

mail from my home university. It was the campus newspaper. I stared at it, 

laughed, and threw it out my window. What the hell was I going to do back in 

the middle of America? I wouldn't know what to say to anyone. The nudge became 

a push and the next thing I knew I was back on the bus heading for the Aliya 

office in town. The rain had stopped. 

Martin Buchman 

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You Know You've Been in Israel Long Enough... 

When you don't care and it doesn't matter, but you argue anyway. 

When you start liking the wine. 

When you start thinking of felafel as the national Jewish food. 

When you have bread for breakfast, pita for lunch, challah for dinner, 

and bagella as a midnight snack. 

When you start fighting with 5 old ladies to get on the bus first. 

When you start understanding ?*")2/V . 

When you can't speak Hebrew too well, but you can't speak English anymoEe well. 

When your idea of a fun evening is counting your ten agorot pieces. 

When you think "fair" and "okay" are Hebrew words and T3 and "no? are English. 

When you recognize the bus drivers. 

When you can eat a felafel with one hand and talk with the other. 

When even your mother stops writing you. 

When a Maccabee beer tastes good. 

When Israeli disco sounds like the real thing. 

When you start picking out the tourists. 

When your friends are all pushtakim. 

When you start ing in '3ft English and half . 

When you understand the one liner above this one. 

When you wear -ft'? ‘h ) 

to go out. 

When you go to the Hilton and order humous. 

When you forget how to say 

in English. 

When you plan your day around a 9pm shower. 

When your great aunt's long lost third cousin comes to visit you, and you 

get excited. 

When you start liking Time cigarettes. 

When yogurt and salad is a satisfying dinner. 

When you know the differences between Leben and Eshel. 

Jonathan Weinberg and Ellen Horowitz 

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Do you fear the maid? 

Guarding his eyelids 

I am whispering, or "Shhhh 

Shraga selling cheesetoast 

Malka enjoying her work 

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Who? 

Realizing that my year in Israel was almost over, I decided to find some of 

the people who had helped make this year run as smoothly as it did. I sat down 

to list the names of people whom I had seen practically every day. I couldn't 

list their names, only their titles, and then only 3: the Guard, the Guy in the 

Cafeteria, and the librarian. I had to find out more. The next morning I was 

determined to really meet the people who I knew so well. 

As I entered the Goldsmith building I was surprised (actually shocked) to 

discover our guard was gone. Some stranger actually searched my bag and told me 

the other guard had moved to the Education building. I ran the entire distance 

and found him, resting in a chair, behind the desk, watching his own eyelids. 

Trying not to startle him, I loudly walked up to the desk and in a moment (he 

stopped watching his eyelids) he recognized me and agreed to answer some questions. 

He had been stationed in the Goldsmith building since the beginning of 

the year and therefore he insisted he recognized everyone's face but didn't know 

their names. He had taken the time to ask some of the people where they were 

from and he could name 5 or 6 states: New York, New Jersey, Washington, California... 

I told him I was impressed. He also told me it was important to have 

a guard in every university building. I asked why and the question made him 

think. Following a pause he explained that there were many unfriendly people in 

Jerusalem and one can never be too careful when one is in Israel. This is a 

rough translation of his Hebrew statements. He proceeded to tell me that he 

really liked the foreign students and his hope is that many from the program 

will return to Israel to live. He told me he understood much more English than 

he spoke which I believed since he speaks no English. He does not understand 

much English though. I tried speaking English but ended up having to ask all my 

questions in Hebrew. I left and later realized, he never told me his name. 

Following class back in Goldsmith, I decided on a quick snack. My opportunity 

to finally learn a name of one of my good friends had arrived. I ran into 

the person in charge of the Cafeteria, Shraga Stark. Father of a 7 year old 

girl and a 4 year old boy, Shraga is the son of the Mr. Stark who also runs a 

restaurant. Shraga says the restaurant business is in the family blood. He enjoys 

the work himself, up to 6 days a week, 12 hours a day, a 72 hour a week 

work load! He feels his contact with the foreign students has given him excellent 

friends and he recognizes many of his very regular customers. Although he 

doesn't personally eat cheese toasts, it is the most popular item on the menu 

and he often brings some home for his children. He told me they devour them. 

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His English is excellent, much better than my Hebrew (big deal) and he understands 

everything the Americans (that includes the US. & Canadians!) say. In general 

he feels they are nice students whom he can trust. He even lends money to 

whom he sees regularly , for food. The problem of stealing is practically 

non-existent which adds to his positive attitude toward the foreign students who 

are his clientele. 

He ended by saying he hoped the cafeteria had a home - like 

feeling and he also hoped to see everyone make Aliya and continue being his regular 

customers and friends. Turning down his last offer for coffee or tea, I 

thanked him and left to go study. 

In the library I met her, JlSd'j , the librarian! She was most enthusiastic 

about being interviewed, 

asking for 2 copies of the Year Book when they 

come out! She works in the library because she loves books and loves to work 

with students who want to learn. She is very interested in giving aid to those 

who want to learn. She feels she has good contact with the students and enjoys 

helping them with Hebrew. Although she recognizes most of the students who come 

to study, she does not know their names or what programs they are on. She does 

understand English however and will understand every word in a conversation if 

the speech is not as rapid as that of most Americans. At the end she added that 

she felt all the students should receive directions on proper use of a library. 

Many students don't understand what is forbidden in a library. She wished students 

would not try to borrow books without checking them out first. She then 

thanked me for the interview, told me I shouldn't talk so loudly in a library, 

and went on her coffee break. 

Satisfied, I returned to the safety of the Elef and my student friends. I 

can now return home with the feeling that I really got to know the people who 

made this year such a pleasant one for me. 


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Siren 

The time was 11 A.M. I was walking down King George street in the 

heart of the magnificent city of Jerusalem, on a lovely mid-April day. 

All of a sudden, a loud piercing siren began and everything and everybody 

just froze. Cars stopped, buses stopped, people in the midst of 

walking, eating, and talking became motionless. I stood still, not 

moving one muscle in my entire body, while having only my peripheral 

vision to observe and absorb all that was happening around me. 

It was 

the most undescribable, powerful, emotional sensation I have ever felt. 

I looked around and it was as if the entire world was coming to an end. 

I glanced at many men, women, soldiers in uniform, etc., all engaged 

in deep thought, 

some crying as this siren was suppose to make everyone 

stop and to remember this special Memorial Day. Many were probably 

thinking of their 

friends and loved ones that were shot and 

killed on the hundreds of battlefields throughout the treacherous, 

evil/bloody wars. People suffered through all these vivid horror- 

filled flashbacks 

which I could never truly understand and painful 

scars that I could never feel. The inner, overwhelming, rare feeling 

I felt was beyond words and I shall 

always remember the nature of it. 

I continued to look around and still nothing was moving. 

There was a 

surge of warmth throughout my entire body like never before. 

Tears 

began streaming down my face 

and I undoubtedly knew that this was a 

moment of silence which I would never forget. After this precious 

minute passed, everything and everyone started moving, and all the 

noise and confusion of this unique city was apparent, as life resumed 

itself once again. 

Lisa Berkson 

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David Cooperman 

and Jeremy Minsberg 

Lauras Jan, together again 

Well, you think that's bad... 

Sam and Yoni, Toga for two 

Debbie S Janice waiting for Dorit 

Amy, Lisa and Barbara, 

how many meters are in a cup? 

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Poems 

who can tell 

what a tel 

will tell... 

does history plead of whisper or 

scream like hell? 

And yet, history is a mere footnote 

in His Book of Eternity. 

Here, life is most honored— 

perhaps because of the perpetual experience of almost losing it. 


I walked a silent path, 

and it was night. 

The sky was blackno 

stars appeared. 

My own feet crunched, 

I stumbled as I walked. 

I looked all aroundnot 

a soul appeared. 

I was afraid, 

but I walkedfrozen 

to the night. 

Carolyn Sachs 

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David, I don't know how to Tango 

Lou, Herb, and Cheesetoast 

David doing "shmira" 

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"BY WISDOM A HOUSE IS BUILT" 

said King Solomon. 

Thoreau wrote of the magic slates envisioned by youth: 

"Ah, to build a rosewood temple." 

mosaic and inlaid ivory 

dreamstuff's Taj Mahal. 

Signed in baroque penmanship in the sky 

where no limits are known. 

But 

In Middle Life, in that 

Middle Kingdom 

one rations the more fretfully, 

Restless creativity is replaced by the steady hand 

of caution. 

In the end, only a roughwood shack is built, 

with minimal imagination. 

The sad unvarnished truth inscribed on a plaque: 

"Too late smart the majority of life's tenants." 

The sun 

like an orange peel 

falling out of the crates of clouds. 

The sun 

over Tel-Aviv at dusk, 

the footage of highway winding 

and the Egged bus steaming 

to ram into the sunrays 

radiating from the big Jaffa orange 

in the sky 

sweet and brilliant and all too soon 

gone. 

When one studies words 

language 

all the pretty poetry 

I try to weave together 

a tapestry. 

I find myself stumbling 

between two languages' 

and still not knowing what to say— 

when trying to describe His land, 

and furthermore, the artist Himself... 

I am illiterate and 

my paints have dried in their tubes. 

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Arlene Czekalski

EGYPTIAN ODYSSEY 

This year the big talk was "Let's Go Egypt", rather than "Let's Go Europe". 

Starting 

at 7:00 a.m. at the Tel Aviv Hilton to wait in line for a visa; of course there 

at the Egyptian Embassy they had never heard of "first come, first served"/ they 

prefer the "survival of the fittest" method. 

Leave from Goldsmith at 5:30 a.m., only to arrive at the border by 7:30 a.m., 2\ 

hours before it opens. 

By about 10:00 a.m., here we are in Egypt looking at soldiers without guns, changing 

money without the knowledge that each money-changer is giving a different exchange 

rate, and handing over our precious passports to strangers who don't speak 

English. 

By 12:00 noon, we're on our way through the desert to cross the Suez Canal— after 

that there's no turning back, it's Cairo or bust! 

We're really in Egypt— we must be animals in a zoo, by the way these people stare 

at us; we really are a fascination to them, without even trying. 

Finally Cairo: 

city of 11 million stretching as far as the eye can see; built on 

the banks of the famous Nile. 

From the Cairo tower one can see the great Citadel 

and Muhammed Ali Mosque to one side, and the ancient Pyramids to the other— incredible 

evidence of thousands of years of history. 

Then the 17 hour train ride to Aswan where we sailed along the Nile toward the 

famed Aswan Dam to watch the beautiful sunset over Elephantine Island; we were 

really in Africa. 

Another 5 hours on a train, this time to Luxor: 

the temples of Luxor and Karnak, 

riding bicycles through ancient history, the incredible tombs in the Valley of the 

Kings, not to mention the infinitely friendly and helpful Egyptians. 

Back to Cairo on a train with no air-conditioning through a sandstorm, depositing 

the desert on our bodies and belongings. 

Yes, there is a lot of dirt in this 

ancient place. 

It was Pesach so we couldn't eat the food; it was Egypt so we couldn't drink the 

water— but we survived. 

Old Cairo, the Nile Hilton (casino and swimming pool), 

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the Pyramids and Sphinx at Giza, the Khan Khalili Bazaar and the market behind the 

train station. 

Never a dull moment! 

Matzah and bottled water, endless poverty and dirt, Tourist Police who don't speak 

English, shilshul and that incessant smell of urine, what kind of fun could this 

be? Kentucky Fried Chicken, picnicking on a rowboat on the Nile, drinking wine 

with our new friend Fouad in the desert by the Pyramids, eating on the grass in 

Tahrir Square with an audience of 10 Egyptians, communication without any comprehension 

of each other's native tongue, horseback riding along a tributary of the 

Nile through villages and desert, and meeting a people so warm and kind that it 

takes our North American minds a week to realize that their warmth has no ulterior 

motive; it's just plain human kindness— a pleasure to see. 

Truly an educational adventure; an exposure to a new people and culture, and a 

true feeling of content when our declaration of being Jews coming from Israel was 

greeted with the Arabic salutation, "Saalam". 

As interesting as it was, the ultimate experience came at the end of our 10 day 

odyssey-it was great to be back home in Eretz Yisrael. 

Sharon Perlmutter 

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Most of us on the One-Year Program have had our share of experiences dealing 

with cultural differences between our homes and Israel; some good and some bad. 

Seeing a soldier in full gear with a loaded rifle in the street or tripping over 

sheep in the Old City while a man rides by on a donkey are just a few items to 

mark up to a year abroad. Well, my experience beats them all. 

Not too many things out of the ordinary ever happen to me, until of course 

this special incident. Oh, I did get searched by soldiers on the street for no 

reason, but that was nothing. As far as I know, I am the only one to ever get a 

ticket from the police for eating, of all things, Garinim! (yep-sunflower seeds) 

Everyone in Israel knows Israelis are notorious for eating the ever-popular 

sunflower seed and leaving the shells on the ground. It figures - Dafka! - in a 

city where you are a social outcast without them, I get a ticket for eating them 

This can be compared to being ticketed for sun-tanning in California. 

You're probably wondering how in the world it happened. I bought my very first 

batch of Garinim, just to give it a try. I had eaten plenty before, but never 

had a bag of my own, only those people offered to me. I was hungry and had time 

to kill so I entered a movie with the garinim. I sat down and munched away, 

careful to put every single shell into my over-all pocket. Not one dropped on 

the floor. I knew the owners didn't like it and I personally thought it disgusting 

to see all those shells covering the floor. 

About h of the way through the movie this guy sees me and tells me to come 

outside. Once outside he asks for my student card and writes me a ticket; a 

100 IL. ticket I I told him I was careful not to drop a shell and showed him my 

pocket of shells but to no avail. After a short argument he told me where to 

contest the ticket. 

The next day I talked to a lawyer. I found out it was against the law both 

to smoke and to crack garinim inside a theater. I never would have figured out 

the Hebrew signs in the theater even if I had known where they were. The lawyer 

told me I could wait for a court date and fight it out with a Judge - but if I 

lost and the Judge was in a bad mood he could raise the fee to $100! If I missed 

my trial the police would find me and put me in jail overnight. I could picture 

the phone call to the folks... 

"Hi Dad... no, no real problem. I'm just in jail for eating garinim!" 

I paid the fine and avoided the hastle. After waiting one day, inflation 

had already made the fine somewhat less harsh. As a warning to those who like 

to go to the theater: Eat popcorn and candy instead, and avoid breaking the law. 

By the way, the movie I went to see was And Justice For All! 

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David Lewis

Try m^ apple! 

Toga, Toga, Toga 

The Goldsmith Gang 

Eating in Goldsmith Cafeteria 

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Life in Oz 

Yes we live in Jerusalem at the Hebrew University. 

But where does our family 

live? Well, which family? 

In addition to offering us a so-called education, the H.U. also provided us 

with a little something extra. Our "little something" consists of a mom, a dad 

5 brothers, 3 sisters, 4 goats, some cows, and a luhl full of chickens. Where 

do they live? On a Yemenite Moshav near Megiddo - Midrach Oz. 

During Ulpan, Beit Atid and the One-Year Program organized a tiyul to 

Midrach Oz where two students were assigned to each family. This was our first 

meeting with our family, the Koreshs. We experienced some of the usual difficulties 

one encounters when meeting people from different backgrounds, the most 

obvious being language. But soon, we learned we were able to get around this 

problem by using hand signals and long explanations in "ivrit kallah". We can't 

possibly forget to mention our first shabbat dinner... Joy, how do you say vegetarian 

in Hebrew?" "I don't know Barbara, but, where are the napkins?" Our 

successive visits proved a bit more comfortable, and now we feel very much at 

home at the Moshav. 

During the year, we've spent many holidays and Shabbatot with our family. On 

Purim, 15 OYP students went to Midrach Oz to celebrate the holiday. One of the 

many highlights of the weekend was a party during which guys came as girls and 

several noses seemed especially large, along with the plastic glasses attached. 

With each additional visit, we learned a little more about what makes our 

Yeminite family so special. Their traditions, culture, warmth, and hospitality 

as well as their food have made us appreciate them that much more. 

When the year ends it will be extremely hard for us to leave Israel and all 

our happy memories. But the most difficult thing of all will be leaving our 

home and family. 

Barbara Peha 

Joy Rosenzweig 

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Steve looking toward the future 

Thinking about summer, Ellen? 

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In Search of Ein Gedi 

One Friday morning, at 10:30 to be exact, two courageous students from 

opposite sides of the United States 

set out on a daring adventure to cross 

parts of a vast desert - not in a car, not in a taxi, and not in a bus, but 

rather on bicycles powered by their own energy. 

The planning had been extensive. 

Each was to carry a small knapsack 

necessary items such as tools for bike repair, a canteen, 

sun glasses, and 

a change of socks. 

A camera was also added but unfortunately only with 

color film. Without a compass or a map we left Jerusalem: "In search of 

Ein Gedi." 

We had heard that the hardest part of the 

excursion would be getting 

through Jerusalem. It wasn't the hardest part but it was far from easy. 

Riding from Givat Ram to the bus station was all up hill but no real problem 

as we were just starting out and eager. 

Riding down Yaffo Street was fun. 

Between dodging the buses and 

shoppers who were preparing for Shabbat, we 

warily rode toward the Old City. 

By 10:45 we were finally heading away 

from the hustle and bustle, and away from security. We looked at each other 

and smiled. "It's all downhill from here to Jericho I" Avi yelled. Two 

hills and one military check later we began our descent to Jericho. 

The reds, yellows, greens, and blues rose out of every wadi and hill 

we passed. Going downhill was great. We passed a bus which then passed us 

as we stopped to take another picture. We rode into a village with only 4 

or 5 houses, and as I got my camera out Avi "met" the kids. 

Nearly 25 kids 

came out of the houses and yards to look at our bikes. 

One picture of Avi 

with seven of the children brought a huge request as everyone wanted to be 

photographed. Although I never wound the film, I quickly took eight more 

pictures, thereby satisfying everyone. The kids were getting a little too 

friendly for us, though, as one reached into Avi's pocket and took his 

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Kleenex. 

Their hands began to fondle the bikes and requests for money began 

to come in Hebrew, English, and Arabic. We rapidly pedalled from the 

scene. 

An hour and a half later we reached the turnoff to Jericho. It was 

12:30 and after 2 hours of riding we were close to our half-way point. We 

finished 

the downhill parts of the ride and following a quick refresher 

drink and a visit with tourists from Texas, 

(they had stopped for a lunch 

of hamburger, salad, and chips for only IL 200) we set off along the Dead 

Sea. We still hoped to reach Ein Gedi before 3:30. 

Pedalling ferociously, 

we planned on moving a kilometer every 3^ minutes. 

In that fashion our 42 kilometers along the Dead Sea would take us 

just 2h hours. We kept the pace for not quite seven kilometers. One hour 

later we had travelled another 10 kilometers and by 3:00 we still had 15 

kilometers to go as we faced a huge, towering hill. 

Though earlier in the 

journey we had simply biked up hills like this we now got down and began to 

push the bikes. Efforts to ride uphill merely cramped the legs. With our 

water supply starting to wane we watched each kilometer marker pass slower 

and slower until we rounded a bend at 4:30 and saw Ein Gedi in the distance. 

Avi and I shifted into top gear and surged forward. The last four kilometers 

(mostly downhill after the last climb) were completed with shouting, 

waving of arms, 

and the performance of various tricks while moving approximately 

30 M.P.H. 

A friend of ours, Jeff, who had taken our camping gear on the bus 

heard us yelling as we pulled into our destination. An ice cream and a 

beer later we sat with our friend (very gently on our sore behinds!) and 

told him of our challenging six hour bike ride. 

The Dead Sea felt great! 

Bruce Greenbaum and D. 

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No retirement age in Machane Yehuda 

Only half a kilo 

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There is Nothing Like a Tiyul” 

To the tune, "There is Nothing Like a Dame" from "South Pacific" by Debbie Asher 

and Lisa Hirsch. From Sinai Tiyul on October 7-11, 1979. 

We've seen sunrise on M t . Sinai, We've seen moonlight on the sand, 

We've had chocolate spread and olives you can eat right from the can, 

We've had hikes & rides & sandslides, we're a long way off from home, 

What ain't we got? P l p f J J 'C I 

What we got there ain't no substitute for 

Baruch & Renin - who could want more? 

Chorus: 

There is nothing you can name - nothing like our bus, 

There is nothing you can name that is anything close to us. 

We've got "Mountain" for our driver, We've got California dreams, 

We've got pictures on the bus of the things we haven't seen. 

We've got plenty of desires: boys to the left, girls to the right... 

What ain't we got? A swim tonight. 

Chorus 

We've got Steve on the guitar and we're always singing rounds, 

We've got "schnorkeling" and arguing as the Delegation's found 

We're in the Southest of the Uppest - Renin's father's been here too... 

What ain't we got? 

I'll show you I 

Chorus 

We've got lots of filthy people and a really crowded bus, 

Where there once were 30 people there are now fifty of us 

If we had to see the Sinai, did it have to be like this? 

What ain't we got? What did we miss? 

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Israel-A rab Workshop 

Jewish identity, Zionism, antisemitism, secure borders, Gush Emunim vs. 

Shalom Achshav, Jerusalem, the oil factor, and Israeli Arabs were only some of 

the topics discussed at weekly Israel - Arab Workshop meetings. Although no 

credit was given, homework was expected, and at times the sessions lasted three 

hours, a group of 25 students regularly attended these meetings to attempt to 

grasp an understanding of the problems that continue to delay positive Israeli - 

Arab relations. 

Individuality could be the term 

used to describe the group. Reasons 

varied for becoming a workshop member 

. One wanted to know the situation 

in Israel before considering 

Aliya. Anotner worried about the 

future of Israel if the conflict 

continues. A third wanted to write 

a thesis f°r his BA in International 

Relations. Together they formed a 

group which experienced a year full 

of excitement and learning. 

Following a semester of evening lectures, on February 15 the workshop members, 

led by Ian and Ronit, bravely set out for a weekend seminar that would 

take them from Kiryat Moriah to the Vardi Hotel. Following excellent lectures 

by Mr. Haim Azes, a media specialist who showed the group different techniques 

of making and fighting propaganda films, and Mr. Anwar Nusseibeh, a Jerusalem 

Palestinian who gave the Palestinian point of view and sparred with the group 

with good answers to difficult questions, the workshop members settled down for 

a week end of learning. Mr. Oded Yinon of the Hebrew University led a discussion 

of the dayls lectures and the next morning the day began with a lecture by

Professor Yehoshafat Harkabi, a man known for his writings and knowledge on the 

Palestinian issue. Discussions cn the West Bank ended later and were followed 

by a dinner served by our gracious and most interesting hosts, the Vardis. The 

weekend had been a great success. 

Ya'akov joined Ian and Ronit and the bus 

driver Ya'akov and the friendly guide Eli 

to tour the northern borders of Israel. 

Leaving Jerusalem behind, the group-in 3 days, 

went into Lebanon through the good fence, 

visited an army base yards from the border 

and watched them drill. They talked with an 

aid to the Mayor of Nazereth and visited a 

Kibbutz also on the Northern border. Members 

talked with an Elon Moreh representative and 

saw a Palestinian refugee camp. Before returning 

to Jerusalem they stopped and learned 

about the Druze from the Head of the City 

Council at Daliet-el-Karmel. Memories of the 

trip by the group include thoughts of HaTsafon 

Hotel in Kiryat Shmonah, buc-buk, the 

Tiberias Youth Hostel, and swimming just minutes 

away from the border in hot springs. 

Exhausted, the members of the workshop plunged 

into the last leg of the year with more fascinating 

speakers and a trip to Gaza. 

Whether talking with Teddy Kollek, Mayor 

of Jerusalem, or discovering among themselves 

their own viewpoint on the conflict, one item 

was agreed upon: the workshop was one of the 

best parts of their one year experience in 

Israel. 


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David's Song 

Jerusalem February seventh or eighth of my youth 

i find no comfort in eternal repose your cemetery peace 

why should i 

time as yet offers no whimsical hint 

no future entice need strengthen your clench 

i exist now and you take advantage 

not just of me 

but of all who offer payment 

an error in Montefiore still all is not lost 

even the blessed must accept bounty Jerusalem 

you have your fee and so your service 

more costly than all the glitter in your discos 

hardly as cheap as the blackened stones so religiously thrown 

cease this grudge match 

state your price Jerusalem 

the English could not pay it 

i thought they had learned from past charade 

pity would they have but accepted Sennacherib's legacy 

he left it for just such a purpose 

Jerusalem bound to demand 

i bound to heed 

your dowry awaits simple gesture 

a fulfillment of promise to my fathers 

despite their lies...or perhaps in spite of them 

i search the wrong cities 

they are all you Jerusalem 

but your markets exhaust me 

i would rather sit in your parks 

and so i do 

only after timeless hours must i now go 

do you want me to come are your bags packed 

you persist in remaining 

why 

because you are the host 

need you always try to fool me Jerusalem 

and what of David's house 

one not so easily fooled 

clean up your streets if you await such a guest 

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in all honesty Jerusalem 

Bnei Brak seems a more worthy throne 

i cannot help that you must take the blame 

why don't you respond Jerusalem 

i knocked on your front door yesterday 

but no one seemed to answer 

i left a note did you receive it 

when you do answer i leave no message and feel better 

i need not worry about nesting birds taking folded paper 

is that selfish of me 

sorry but this is my way 

feel lucky that i share but a breath 

in your life 

still i am necessary Jerusalem so be prudent 

teach me to help you i said i would learn 

are your classrooms clean 

school is starting who are your teachers 

Ezekiel lectures 

will you also invite Jeremiah 

they taught right in youth we must 

listen harder now their voices seem faint with age 

remember Jerusalem i will not be taught by your bastard child 

this is your appearance now so you realize 

i am not joking Jerusalem take me seriously 

do not whore your beauty with hotel splendor 

can you not admire the gnarled majesty of olive 

trees-painted with conqueror's palette 

imagine that Godfrey de Bouillon to be fancied an artist 

why do you subject yourselves to such poses Jerusalem 

they have cut gorges deeply into your gardens 

what do you wait for 

sabbath will not come until you are better prepared 

and still you live without shield 

Jerusalem you are surrounded by hostile hills 

Nebi Samuel peers down mocking your sleep 

Abu Ghosh spits bad blood into your veins 

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do you need these hills will they give you water 

olives and stones are not water 

you need water 

water 

water 

and hope 

stones you have how much for water 

can you exchange water for your priceless dust 

is there still value in your earth Jerusalem 

i sense need for a new method excavation 

searching capriciously with no aim has only scarred 

your 

face 

Jerusalem state your price 

return to healthy growth 

acknowledge youthful courage naively fresh and 

strong 

Jerusalem is i pay will you listen 

your fee is my presence 

Jerusalem-- we together 

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Madrichim 

Dorit and Amnon meeting the troops 

Dorit monkeying around 

Glad that lecture is over! 

Tsachi and Baruch— real Romans 

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After the goodbye only memories are left 

Memories of the beautiful days 

in Yerushalayim 

Beautiful days that started 

On a hot summer day 

When you got here from 

J.F.K. to the " 'J\O t " 

And it was lots of " j£_ f? " 

You didn't know exactly 

what we could give you 

We remember though that some of us 

told you to drink and drink and drink... D 't i 

because it's very hot in our 

Yisrael-Yerushalayim 

And the days passed 

You tried to learn " JV " 

while we tried to push you to go 

on Tiyulim 

We got to know you and 

we, the Madrichim, decided that 

you're really " D 'lN H J " 

Now you are leaving and tomorrow 

you'll be-far over the ocean 

but remember that you belong 

to each other and to us 

not only because you are here 

together on the l.Y.P. 

but it's more because you belong 

to Israel and Israel belongs to you 

and remember another thing 

that for us and Yerushalayim 

you're much more than simple rhymes 

Because we really love you a lot 

We don't want to say Shalom 

We'll just say " " 

Amnon and Dorit 

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Bazaaramania 

To merely sit in a tea house in the Old City as a Middle-East observer may be 

worth a few credits in life's university. For the ambitious and the achievers, 

one could pen a quick study on "Bazaar Behaviorism" and submit it to Psychology 

Today. 

Street-wise shenanigans in Chicago's famous Maxwell Street included such novel 

ties as selling to you your stolen watch. Talk about Windy City hospitality. 

In the market here, at the most, you're good for a free Turkish coffee. A,”walking 

tour of poverty, bartering, drool, jive, hype, insults, ad-libbing, much 

affectation. Some affable; others, Master of the Rip-off. Sidewalk sultans. 

Lady with tatooed face selling Bedouin tobacco pouches. Old man in fez smoking 

taciturnly on the hookah in the hole-in-the-wall cafe dominated by shesh-besh 

tycoons and the idle playing absentedmindedly on their worry beads. Dodging 

donkey chips, rocks, roving eyes. Hearing the scratchy sound of the imam in 

his Koranic litany. HAAALOOO HAALLLOOO! Oops, almost got run over by a wooden 

cart full of pita, pushed by a cross-eyed kid who winked at me— I think. 

Tripping on a step that should have been there, I paused to collect my cool 

and my sandal. Suddenly came that strong familiar smell. Nah, it can't be. 

But as they say, sometimes first impressions stick. 

With snotty noses, quick hands, giggles, or minting new pronunciations for 

ancient four letter-words, little kids are known to toss a few rocks and verbal 

grenades. Hustling chicklets, Wrigley gum, and all the bootleg Walgreen's 

contraband, or offering canned information on holy sites. 

My sincere "No thanks, motek" is met with some suggestion about private places 

where the moon doesn't shine. As I stare at the kid in the Steve Austin T- 

shiet, I realize that the spirit of 79th street lives even on Suq Khan ez-Zeit. 

Hmmm; kids here too must study biology. 

Blondes rate high here in the land of olive skin and basic black tresses. 

Someone blonde— even rating from mediocre to dumpy on a scale or 1-10 back 

home— Here, can reel from more compliments in one hour. At home, her annual 

batting average shows not even a salute acknowledging existence. 

Hospitality, especially offered to female travelers, must add some spicy 

variety to the unrecognizable blend of days. Tim® seems to hold its breath. 

It's 5740. 1980, or 1400 depending on how you look at it. 

Coffee? Tea? What you want? Yes please and you are very welcome. A string 

of patronizing adages. Small talk passes like wind, followed closely by a few 

remarks about your "beauty". You half expect a few quotes from Omar Khayaam 

or Kahil Gibran. Instead, a quote from Doonesbury cross-references in your 

mind: 

"Even in utopia there is myopia". 


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Yom HaAtzmauth 

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The Time Was Fine 

When I got back, They all wanted the scoop; 

My Bubbie, My parents, The Sisterhood group. 

What were my impressions, where did I stand; 

After spending a year in the Holy Land. 

They wanted me to speak about all that I'd seen; 

The Kotel, the Synagogues, the places I'd been. 

They wanted to hear of my religious revival; 

Of Arab intransigence and Jewish survival; 

"Well, you certainly must have some new and interesting perspectives, 

what with having been there and all," 

The president of my Schul upon my return, 

And my Rebbe wanted to know at what Yeshivah I'd learned; 

How could I tell all those concerned, 

That I'd spent most of my time studies adjourned, 

My priorities were a varied and amazing lot, 

Some were noble, some were not. 

See the country from Metulla to Sharem, 

Eat the onion soup at Cafe Ataarem. (sorry, poetic license) 

Meet my relatives, see a soccer game played, 

Spend as little as possible, meet a girl and get....Zayde 

That olive wood statue he saw last time he was here; 

I told him I couldn't, it was too touristy and dear; 

A case and a half of Maccabee beer. 

I'm being evasive and not too explicit, 

Not revealing at all what you expected me to elicit. 

A chronicle of the year, without digression, 

So here it is, my humble confession. 

Ulpan was tough-,, but my Hebrew is solid, 

Started in Vav and finished in Daled. 

It's just that damn Maariv you see son, 

You understand every word in the headline, except the key one; 

So you look for the root in your handy milon; 

But you seldom find it, And if you do you just groan; 

Because none of them even apply. 

Week One I was hardy, idealistic, a pioneer, 

Homework on time, teachers revered. 

Then we were tested dictionaries aside, 

Like Jesus before me I was crucified. 

Nailed because I'd not sufficiently learned, 

Busted, destroyed, obliterated, burned. 

Pioneer spirit flushed down the toilet, 

It was summertime damn it, I was going to enjoy it. 

Went on each tiyul, there is so much to see, 

Especially enjoyed the ones that were free. 

"What, we're going to Jaffa to watch oranges grow? 

Sign me up, there's only eighty places to go!" 

Any activity, any diversion, 

Any outlet, and perversion, 

Bakery tours, Golan excursion, 

Intense merriment and distinct aversion, r 

To regular attendance, to wholesale immersion, 

In the study of the language of our forefathers. 

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Summer ended, my mind distended, 

I surprised myself for I'd never intended, 

To flunk my finals, Not me, not I, 

Thank heavens right after, we left for Sinai. 

With that adventure began the greatest love affair of my life, 

Were it possible I'd ask her to become my wife. 

"Do you David, take this peninsula to be your lawfully wedded partner? 

To love, to cherish, to nourish, to hearten her?" 

But they're giving her away, which has got me disparaged, 

For I'd never consider an intermarriage. 

Got back in time for Happy Torah, 

Sang my lungs sore, 

Danced the Hora, 

Renewed my faith in our ancient Mesora, 

Quite an experience, Keniahora. 

School came next, November First for gosh sakes, 

In the States we'd be preparing for Christmas break. 

Book fees were non-existent, 

Because even if you were persistent, 

All you can find is Golda Meir's, "The Story of My Life" 

A fine book in its own right, 

But one that sheds scant light, 

On the Second Temple period or Soviet Jewry's Plight. 

But who can complain, 

There's the well stocked Goldsmith, high school library at call and behest; 

And those Librarians, well, for the Americans only the best. 

A place to gossip, to tell or to hear, 

A place to nibble on your neighbor's ear. 

Upstairs enjoy a lukewarm cheesetoast, 

Then savour five minutes alone with the Post. 

I became a master procrastinator this year, 

Probably retarding my academic career, 

Beyond repair, my future appears, 

But actually I ’ve got nothing to fear; 

My GPA's safe, it cannot be smeared. 

Everything’s pass-fail, Pass another beer. 

Americans are notorious for their myriad complaints, 

Our group was no different, we used little restraint, 

In decrying those morons who work at the bank, 

Devoid of courtesy, never a thanks, 

Of Israeli soldiers in khaki or green, 

Whose blood starts to boil whenever they've seen; 

A girl from the States as if smitten by Cupid, 

And milk in plastic bags, isn't that stupid? 

Oh what I would give for inch thick steaks, 

A progressive radio station with no station breaks, 

For Baskin Robbins, For M*A*S*H, for ice, 

For college basketball, for doorknobs, and people who don't smoke on busses 

because they're inherently nice. 

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Still, I overcame these banal desires and petty allegations, 

As there are other things in this country that serve as adequate compensation, 

For a disgruntled Americans copious frustration. 

A Sinai sunrise, fresh and fair, 

The smell of Beduin in the air. 

Friday night by the Western Wall, 

Tourists, students, Hassidism, et al. 

The craggy hills of the rambling Golan, 

Banias, The Jordan, Hermon, Tel Dan; 

Tel Aviv with its wanton pleasure, 

Cafe Video-Israel's greatest treasure. 

But as each day passed, sweet as nectar, 

We were all aware of the everpresent spectre. 

They sought to render us trembling and pale, 

To hit with the force of a violent gale; 

And there was nothing we could do to oppose or defend, 

We knew the rules when we started, The year had to end. 

Perhaps it is presumptuous for those in the midst of their college careers, 

To get depressed over the passage of years; 

There's so much ahead for us, so much to complete, 

Places to go, People to meet. 

Things that are bigger, things that are greater, 

But who can forget a year that was definitely beseder? 

David Silverman

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Yearbook staff climbing the walls 

Our wonderful advisor 

David Cooperman playing dreidel 

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Rachelle mounting the Camel

Staff 

Editor in Chief 

Managing Editor 

Editorial Board 

............. Bruce D. Greenbaum 

............. Marlene Horwitz 

............. Rachelle Burk 

Melanie Mark 

Sharon Perlmutter 

Typists......................... Lisa Berkson 

Judy Schaffer 

Photographers.................. Rachelle Burk 

Marlene Horwitz 

Advertisements................. Judy Schaffer 

Jeff Weisblatt 

Lisa Weilmann 

Wonderful Advisor.............. Aliza Samuel 

Special thanks to The Am erican Friends of the Hebrew U niversity, 

The Canadian Friends of the Hebrew U niversity, The Student D ivision, World Zionist 

O rganization 

and those people who donated articles. 

pn is a student publication of the One Year Program. 

A lthough the School for Overseas Students encourages the 

project, it takes no responsibility for the yearbook's 

content. 

Stop me if you've heard this one... 

Eating again, Marlene? 

Printed at Graph Press 

Jerusalem, Israel 

1980 

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L a s t W i l l & T e s t a m e n t 

Chris Kuhn, Poached fish (?), cat-free dinner, a visitor with an ironing board and a 

memorable name. Joy 

Sharon Putter, From day one tears to ancient Toronto Stars this beats the Inn and Syd 

Smith. Love, Joni 

Fitzela, How could I forget you.'?— You're in all my pictures. 

Love you, Rachelle 

Amy Wittenberg, Silver jewelry, Chinese treif, a Nablus boyfriend, relatives with ice, 

hotel tp, and bean sprouts. Joy 

Judy-Obnoxious pills, Harlan-BBC, Eric-A Shmeckle, Jack, Stu, Stew-The bestseller 

"Feldstein's Guide to winning Poker", Sharon-2 week extension, and Rich and Ron- 

A girl for each. Lou 

Jamie Rosen, Thanks for the good talks. Hope we lose the weight soon enough. Chicago 

Zal, Thank-you so much for a memorable beautiful year that I shall never forget. 

Your " J n " 

Murray & Zack, BEWARE: Woodstock will seek revenge against all desecrators of his 

holiness)! His Manager 

Thanks Debbie, Debi and Elizabeth for their part in the best year of my life. 

Dave Pinchas 

Dear Rachelle, One alligator, two alligator, three alligator, four alligator... 

Love, Marlene 

Andrea Ebert, Syros, Interesting Israeli art, "you'd hate her too," free stuff and gettogethers 

in Philly. Joy 

Ami Baby, Franklin and Ural, Now has come the time to fliven. Year was great together 

livin'. Can't wait until the day when I can one more time say: SLICHAH! Lizzie 

One Year Program Students, Here's the yearbook. Enjoy and thanks for the year. Bruce 

Marlene, That's too many alligators, Bitch! 

Rachelle 

I Eric Groskind being of warped mind and body hereby leave to.... 

Zackers, A big drumstick next Thanksgiving and mumbles under our moustaches. 

Mark Sussman, The promise to immediately jump up and run into the nearest wall 

when I hear that certain name. 

Mooseman, (Harlan), A can of fruit cocktail, a radiation proof jock strap, and a 

lifelong subscription to the New York Times. 

Lou, The secret to Chayales Chocolate Cake, and a crowded 3rd class train to Luxor . 

Judy, Those great Egyptian Sex Education lessons-Do you spit or swallow? 

Janet Segal, Harlan & my Brownies, 

and last but not least, 

Putter, A nicer souvenir from Egypt, and an article for the Yearbook. 

Liz and Lisa, I hope we all leave Israel the 25 pounds we gained here. 

Jimmy, You owe me 140 lirot. I accept checks & limbs. Tito 

Marc & Bill, Another semester at Hebrew U, ice cream and donuts. 

Jamie 

Joy & Diane 

Susy Ackerman, Tu estas conmigo en mi risa y en mi sonrisa y siempre en mis pensamientos 

mi amiga. Nina Channin 

Bard, Fritz, K. & J., It was great despite wossies. Kol Hakavod! Not A Wossy 

Little Guy, You've given me strength. I'll miss ya. Don't forget I love ya. Other 

Little Guy 

Cara Bushman, A hebrew name, a morning at Dolly's, a motkot game and don't forget to 

.2T.0. Karen 

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Janet, I leave to you my insatiable appetite, and all my love. 

Harlan 

For all my special friends, Thanks for being just that. Thanks for caring. love, lisa 

Ellen and Marcia, Thanks for being such great friends. 

Your personal alarm clock. 

Esti, Hours of philosophical and love conversations, a sunny future, my love and 

friendship. Janet 

Barb Peha, A cup of coffee, a closet, Barbara-Abba, a happy Yom Ha-Atzmaut. 

for everything. Joy 

Thanks 

Dinner club members and one time guests, We've had some great times (and meals)-I'll 

miss you all-Write-and don't forget to call whenever you're in N.Y. Elana 

Lou Feldstein, I don't accept collect calls especially after the 2 months end. 

Jamie Rosen, From Med-o-Lark to Ookie, Kanafe, diets, Kung Fu fighters, and Morrocan 

boyfriends-It was great! Liz Silber 

Putter, Last minute work, 2 great roomies, a visit to Miami, good memories, love! 

Egypt trip. Includes meals. Evening discussions (on sex) with displays. Observing 

schmeckles. Obnoxious Tour Agency 

Love ya 

Janet 

Diane Hirsch, A synchronized happy turkey, coffee, G-d, Avi-Chaim, shared matches, mail, 

and a real carpet. Joy 

Joni, We met, talked of being clowns. 

Now, we're a good couple-Special friends. Love, Judy 

Debbie Schlossberg, I wish you success, luck, happiness, and 3/ on your big decision 

(I'm jealous) Janet 

Kenny Goss, Schmootz on the floor, unalphabetized drawers, and no nails to hang up your 

shoes with. Cara and Karen 

Fritz, When are you coming back to Egypt to clean my back seat and the Pyramid? Fouad 

Janet, Happiness, sadness, love, hate, smiles, moodiness, time, impatients, confidence, 

insecurity-Roommates, that's what it's about. Judy 

Judy, Shared letters, late night talks, knock "wait a minute',' happiness, love, and 

friendship. Janet 

Lou Feldstein, Hi, hello and greetings-To a very good friend. (Want to go to a movie?). 

Nina Channin 

Judy Feldman, Keys (only 2), uppers (from Chutz L'aretz), big rugs, small backgammon 

boards. Your 24 hour smile, my ticker, what a life! Its been great together! 

Love, Joni 

Carolyn and Julie, Dark hair for the Old City, Des-Moine, anti-split-end-picking medicine, 

trash novels, Boris. Joy 

Uncle Raisin (Rafi Aaron), Missing mattress, bring it to Zieber in exchange for raisins 

or expect miluim reprisals, od lo ahavti di, dinners at 6 :0 0 , despite all, love 

from Green-Eye 

Judy, May G-d bless and keep you always, May your wishes all come true, May you always 

do for others and let others do for you, May you build a ladder unto the stars, 

Climb on every rung, And may you stay forever young. (Bob Dylan) Love ya, Rafi 

From Amy Wittenberg to..... 

Barbara-The best roommate next year. 

Lisa F.-Birthdays in Israel. 

Lisa H.-Bip 

Fritz-Tiffany's Potato Salad nights. 

Joy-Yeminites 

Roach-Barbarian Army 

Steve & Mark-The scissors that cut my hair! 

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Harlan, A first movie, bubbles, a candybar, happiness, health, and most of all-my love. 

Janet 

Sharon Perlmutter, A note on your door, and a visit to your room. 

Cara & Karen 

Lisas' (H & F ) , My umbrella, a-ton of hope, toilet paper. 

Joy 

Judy Schaffer, Israel is for lovers, T-shirts, learning to cook and romantic walks in 

the sunshine with your comfortable girlfriend. I'll miss you. Love, Joni 

Sharon, Curfew at 11:00 p.m. Willed pan, taperecorder, iron, tp. Declared visit to 

Canada. Love ya (don't cry), Judy 

The 3 J's, If patience is truly a virtue, you are definitely the 3 most virtuous people 

I know. Thanks for keeping me going. I'll really miss you all. Putter 

Barbara Peha, Felafel at the Haifa bus station, keys to Shoshana's, and a weekend at the 

"Kfar". Cara and Karen 

Dearest Cutie, Here's to our first year together, and may our future years be as special 

as this one. All my love forever, Cutie. 

Lisa and the librarian 

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69 

An evening of fun in 

The T A V E R N 

Where you don't feel homesick 

Beer * Burgers * Fries 

14 Rivlin St. Nahlat Shiva 

Ruth’s um 

Jewelry & Gifts 

Specialist in 

gold and silver names 

STUDENT DISCOUNTS 

5 King George 

Tel - 222935 

serving crepes, 

milk shakes, 

chocolate soup 

14Yoseph Rivlin St.

Jerusalem vs. Tel Aviv 

Baruch, what's under your toga? 

Karen hitting the books 

Judy suffering through laundry day 

74

Make a muscle, Ellen 

Manny feeling secure 

Thursday classes 

75

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Lauren watches as David attempts to eat.

1979-1980

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