Love Part 2

I want to write about love and heartbreak. My second love was my job in the army. I loved everything about it. I loved how I felt as a young soldier, being accepted into a quirky group of individuals who gave me support and confidence. And afterwards when I came back as an officer and…

Love Part 1

I want to write about love and growing up. My first love was Julia. No, not that kind of love. Just hold on, please. I finished school a year early. I was restless and broke and wanted just one thing – to travel. My mother had one basic guideline (well, two basic guidelines. The other…

What I Talk About When I Talk About Riding

Last year I got my motorcycle license, something I had dreamed of getting for years. Immediately afterwards I flew to the United States and made an amazing journey from San Francisco to New Orleans on a Honda CB500F, even though initially I had hardly any experience driving. When I returned to Israel I fulfilled my…

Caravan on the Pirarie

Las Vegas. Nine in the morning. Sunlight piercing through the heavy curtains of the hotel room. I have already been up for an hour, so full of excitement I am unable to sleep. My uncle, Noah, is snoring in the next bed while I sit eating cold noodles left over from last nights slightly more…

קראוון קטן בערבה

לאס ווגאס. תשע בבוקר. שמש חזקה מנסה לחדור דרך הוילונות הכבדים של הבית מלון. אני כבר ערה שעה, לא יכולה להמשיך לישון מרוב התרגשות. דוד שלי, נח, נוחר במיטה ליד ואני אוכלת נודלס קרים שנשארו מאתמול בערב ממסעדה פלצנית במלון “סיזרס פאלאס”. חודש וחצי קודם לכן הצלחתי, אחרי כמות טסטים שלא תצליחו לחלץ ממני גם…