1981-1982

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p iv ,inVm nm 'yaa y>aia unpan mai o w i
.nnm owa pssa vy1? naiaon naan p-rxa nxnpj
5 nao D’nn’n man^a ^n’nna p nov
The place called Scopus, the appropriate
name given to the hill adjoining the northern
quarter of the city, from which was obtained
the first view of the city and of the grand
mass of the temple gleaming below.
Josephus, The Jewish Wars, 5:67
1

FROM THE PROVOST:
It is a peculiar feature of the job of the head of the school that the two main chances he gets to address all the OYP students are
when they first arrive and are hardly recognizable one to another, and again when they are almost ready to leave. In between
there were too few occasions when we came to know each other more than in passing. For the most part, I have learned about
you through teachers, counsellors, administrative personnel and madrichim —all those who, unlike me, had the good fortune to
meet you and work with you on practically a daily basis.
From all of them 1 have been able to put together a complex set of impressions that sometimes barely hangs together, but still
has a discernable common thread. You came to us for all kinds of reasons — curiosity, identification, boredom, enthusiasm,
personal search, commitment, skepticism — a catalog of motivations that always stumps me when 1 am asked to explain why
you are here. For some of you, I know these reasons changed during the course of the year, sometimes drastically, perhaps even
painfully, sometimes so slowly and subtly that they will be cause for wonder and thought for a long time to come. For others,
the feelings and conceptions you brought with you have only been confirmed or strengthened. Hardly anyone, as far as I can
understand, has been left totally untouched.
Of course, we like to think that the major cause for all this is the academic program. Teachers have told me about examples of
excellence, of papers written long beyond requirements and of that sharp kind of questioning that signifies a special kind of
turn-on dear to the hearts of academics. The story, however, is not that simple. It must also include the Hebrew University and
Jerusalem, the view from Scopus and the walks in the streets. In not a few instances, it has been a child or family in a poorer
neighborhood that challenged you in ways which you had never thought yourselves capable. And it has been the country of
Israel — its people, its dangers, its frustrations and its promises. We tried to offer you all these things, a learning experience that
neither began nor ends with the classroom and the close of the school year. It was the best we could offer —and, for the most
part, you did us the honor of giving us or the School and the university your best in return. Our thanks, our best wishes for the
future, and our hope to see you with us again.
Professor Zev Klein
FROM THE VICE PROVOST:
The traveller coming to Jerusalem from the north had his first breath-taking view of the city and the splendour of the TempJe as
he reached the Mount called Scopus. Rabbi Akiva and his contemporaries when they came to that same spot would rent their
garments as they beheld the ruins below them.
For the overseas student too, Mount Scopus is the vantage-point which makes possible not only that ever-changing view of
Jerusalem, but also an insight and understanding of Jewish history and heritage, of Israel's realities and paradoxes.
The hill that has always been identified with feelings of exhilaration — and of longing, has become a part o f the one-year student,
a peak for observation and introspection which will remain within him long after the last class or the last examination.
You have recently been witness to the evacuation of Sinai — the trauma tempered by the hope. The departure from Scopus —
however “traumatic” may be the culture-shocks to follow — is made easier by the knowledge that the link can always remain
open and Solomon's threefold thread “will not easily be severed. ”
Israel Roi
FROM THE DEAN:
Being a graduate' of the One Year Program is not a simple matter. The consequences are many and complex. From this time
forth you will:
1. feel a keen sense of fellowship with all who have shared your intense experience of Israel and the Hebrew University;
2. face an invisible barrier tht will separate you from the uninitiated;
3. be haunted by Hebrew phrases that you will have no one to laugh and cry over;
4. thirst for news of Israel and identify in a direct and personal way with its destiny;
5. will resent criticsms of Israel offered by the ignorant, misinformed and hostile.
While your participation in the OYP assures you of a more problematic existence in your native land, we hope that it has also
enriched your lives tenfold and has given wings to worthier pursuits and aspirations.
Drum ’s rman
Dr. Aharon M. Singer

MA NISHTANA. .. n irw a n?3
This year began routinely enough: pre-departure sessions in Toronto, Montreal and at J.F.K.
During the summer the OSA conducted volunteer and kibbutz orientations, organized the Big Move
and sold concert tickets and museum memberships.
The academic year brought workshops on “Women in Israel,” “Jewish/Israeli Art,” “The Kibbutz,”
“Jewish Prayer” and “The Propaganda War” (to name a few). Study-Tours travelled to the Sde Boker,
the Dead Sea Works, The Air Force Technical School and the Golan Heights. The OSA/OYP Volunteer
Project encompassed 200 students in over two dozen programs. There was the Sinai Trip and the
Galil-Golan trip. Seminars covered such topics as student activism, aliyah and aspects of Judaism.
Perhaps the answer to MA NISHTANA lies in the level and quality of student initiative and
participation in the programs and activities conducted by the OSA. This year’s Pipeline Committee
has demonstrated that “student government” does not have to be a farce. The committee sponsored
several projects and aided the administration in assessing the courses offered on the One Year Program.
The Pipeline Committee took the initiative in many areas and produced the first student-to-student
handbook for future students coming on the program. Several editions of YAHAD, the O.Y.P. student
newspaper, were published. The members of the Hasbara Seminar conducted a 12-hour program for
450 O.Y.P. students from Jerusalem and Tel-Aviv. The event was highlighted by an VA hour question
and answer period with President Yitzhak Navon. Activists circulated petitions and conducted
programs which focused on the plight of Jews behind the Iron Curtain.
It is hoped that the Programs conducted by the Office of Student Activities have enhanced your
year and, in some small way, have led to a deeper and broader understanding of Israel the Land and the
People. We hope that you read ynwn (even in Hebrew) and it gave some direction for reaching beyond
the campus and into Jerusalem’s rich cultural life. We hope that the hours spent chatting with some of you
have helped to bridge gaps, focus on issues and, most importantly, help you to get the most out of your all
too precious time here. We hope that room 508 and the people who work there (if you could find us) have
provided you with an added dimension to your learning experience at the Hebrew University.
Best wishes,
Yaakov Maor, Alon Bar-Nur and Moshe Margolin
L e f t t o r i g h t :
M o s h e M a r g o l i n ,
C O -O R D IN A T O R O F
S T U D E N T A C T IV IT IE S
Y a a k o v M a o r ,
A S S IS T A N T C O ­
O R D IN A T O R O F
S T U D E N T A C T IV IT IE S
A l o n B a r - N u r ,
F IE L D T R IP /
V O L U N T E E R
C O -O R D IN A T O R
3

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HAKOTEL HAMA’ARAVI
Standing straight and tall
reaching, grabbing for the heavens
each stone, an individual unto itself,
has heard the cries sobs and prayers
of countless people over
countless years
each stone is history in its own right:
the quarry from where it was dug
the stone mason who shaped it,
the men who placed it
and the thousands who have tried to
destroy it.
stones worn smooth over the years by those
touching, kissing and shedding tears
crevices so stuffed with prayers that
to answer them would take a
miracle
stones that have withstood wars, plagues,
fires, destruction
and yet each stone stands proud and
tall
survival
and flowers bloom from these stones.
Judy Marx
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
George Washington University
MICHELANGELO'S DAVID
Mesmerized, / gaze upward
at him and his defiance;
Our King resurrected, omnipotent God.
Jaw thrust forward,
polished arms tensed;
A lo o f and passionate,
Tender and cynical,
a mere boy with a slingshot
The gentle arching
o f his paim,
car esse r o f the lyre,
warmth shines through that glazed smile,
poet beneath the warrior.
Lost in the millenia,
a heartbeat in our minds.
His marble eyes are fixed on far
Jerusalem.
Oh, guardian o f her ancient secrets,
embrace the strength o f her walls.
David is returned.
Brynn Olenberg
Bronx, NY
SUNY Binghampton
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4

JERUSALEM NIGHT
Moonlight mingles
becomes enmeshed
to mix with lights from
Arab villages. . .
still awake.. .
beneath midnight velvet
stars and silken sky
create a satin
sarcophagus for her
fired embrace.
Lights wrap up warmly
entombing her in a
moonwomb
where she waits
watching,
she reaches to embrace
soft blue
velvet night
His silken voice
brushes across
her skin, filling her
moonwomb
entombed in Judean
hills in fog
waves of silken sky
waving fond farewell.
Cool moonwind gentle
on her face to cool
hot nighttears of
silken caresses
smoothing creases
in paper-poems of moonwombs
transparent, to see clothes lines
and porch railings reaching
into the quiet
Jerusalem Night.
Rena Potok
Philadelphia, Penn.
University o f Pennsylvania
5

But we're on our way to n m vo
we won't be there for many a day
our Hebrew is bad but it'll be O.K.
by the time we get to n n ivo
Down in Jerusalem, on the Ulpan
a lot of kids out at Givat Ram
we work all morning - up at dawn
must be meshugenah - :paa nr
At half past ten we have
npoan
we all check out the m y n a
lots of cold coffee and disgusting food
makes you wonder how we ever could!
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D’ nu; o^ia nr n n s
mu’aa Kb umN ^ax
Many nationalities in our n n ’ a
Scotland, Greece and America
Holland and Italy, South Africa too
C'est la vie and D ^n1? too!
Friday morning we have n m a
Thursday nights are spent in a bar
bleary-eyed we take that test
no matter what we get we do
our best!
n m n and n “:a are our n m n
their moods can change
like agorot, even when
D’ j ’ a a Kb u j r
they don't get mad
and never scream!
What we to is definitely uncool
Crossing our legs every day in
school
We can't kid you 'cause
you're no fool
What we got is
the dreaded
hvi/b^w !
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u'jra'p ait: ipa
nrpaa u”n n1: ays nx boK
n u ’ n a u n a x ’ a
But we’ve lost
our way to kita'n
Never gonna get there
— no way, our Hebrew is bad,
& that's the way it'll stay, no
we'll never never get to kita'n.
Back in Jerusalem, on
the ulpan - the kids are
all leaving from Givat
Ram - worked an hour
in the morning - then
we are gone — and thats
why we all flunked —
niaa nr
We're all trying to go, away so far,
to Scotland, Greece, and America
Holland and Italy, South Africa too,
we're leaving the Ulpan how'bout you?
Teertza and Bella were our morot
What a lot of headaches they both got
Coming in late, and sometimes not,
If they had really been policemen
we'd all have been shot...
Tonight we're having a no’ on
It all takes place at Mark's m n
We wanted the party to go down
with a crunch,
so we put a pound of * * * into
the punch
Rev. Roger is there every day.
Ferry's there too but he sleeps away,
Jesus, Magie doesn't know what to
say
and who the hell is Micha anyway?
We've been exposed to everything
here at school
Cholera, V.D., and Shilshul,
We've been sick a lot, missed some
school
If you believe we were sick
then You're the fool!
Brian Alexander
University of Strathclyde
Scotland
David Selch
University of Winnipeg
Canada
6

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ULPAN
It will be impossible to forget those good ol' Ulpan days. For ten summer
weeks the Givat Ram campus was not only our centre for Hebrew learning, but
it was also the location for an individual test of Israeli campus life.
It was quite the life living in the lovely neighborhood of Meonot HaElef.
It was in these summer cottages where we first met each other, Israelis and
the greater ant population of Givat Ram. If the Galloping Gourmet had seen us
cooking in the Elef he would have been as happy as the French cashier in the
Resnick Supermarket. One could not complain about the comfort in the dorms
because there wasn't any. Kidding aside, the beds were. Each morning you could
see if you either lost or gained any weight by comparing your new bedy mold to
that of the day before.
Waking up in the morning was the hardest part of the day. If one did wake
up to a sonic boom or to his alarm clock, then one probably did not make it to
Ulpan class until the second half. For others, waking up in the morning was no
problem. They know when they had to get out of bed to make it to class at
eight-thirty sharp. These students firmly believed that Hebrew fluency was
possible only after five classes.
The walk to classes was the most exciting part of the day. Still half asleep,
we would stroll to classes in a trance. The only thought in ouc minds was
reaching the kiosk before we dehydrated. It was also during this walk that one
remembered what his homework assignment was for the day.
Once in the Hebrew class, a whole new world was unfolded in front of
us. In class we learned the Hebrew language or at least tried to figure it out.
Each class was more satisfying than the last and we walked out each day knowing
more than we did the day before.
"Hafsaka" was a favorite time of the day. It was a good time to go for
breakfast at a nearby cafeteria, chat with friends, go to the bank or post office,
read the newspaper, do schoolwork or simply to leave.
When we were not in class, we had plenty of time to travel. There were
trips to Ein Gedi, Massada, Akko, Tiberias, Sinai and to a million other places
with either the madrichim or with friends. Shabbat was always a special time
during Ulpan. There were kabbalot Shabbat with the madrichim and nice
dinners with friends. There were always many things to do during our free time
— too many things to do.
Ulpan will be a time that will always be remembered. During our stay
in Givat Ram we learned that Israel had so much to offer and that there was
going to be a great year ahead of us..
Jordan Stenvens
Toronto, Canada
Queen's University
7

AS IF I’M NEVER LEAVING,
AS IF WE NEVER LEFT.
Our bus weaves round
the Judean Hills as we make our way
back to Jerusalem. Night shadows
dance on your face from headlights
in other lanes and your eyes. . .
are stark as an Indian’s eyes
above color-smeared cheeks,
your cheekbone’s as deep,
the copper in your curls fire copper;
Campfire lovefire gunfire the copper
o f your first bullet I wear
on a chain against my skin,
flash o f a fire fly
Outside, the moon is smooth, and white
as the cap o f a child’s skull.
You invent English lyrics
for the Hebrew chords you hum;
Israel tunes longing
haunting as Hatikvah,
calling as flutevoice on a shepherd’s hill,
as the Western Wall,
as the coppertanks flagged and wreathed
and rusted on the Bab-el-Wad road.
Other lovers have come this way before
in the night to Jerusalem.
Oh, to have seen your eyes!
in the copperlight o f the altar fire
Huddled in the shadows to have damned
the copperflash o f a Roman helmet
and fled home to make love
on our own stone roof somewhere
in the lower city where the people slept
above their rooms at night
to feel the seabreeze, like Tel-Aviv summer,
everyone opensprawled on open terraces
and talking hushed until all hours.
We’re home at the Central Station.
I slip my arms into backpack straps,
Your army bag digs into your arm,
My fingers cling to yours.
Our sandals tap the lonely street,
we step down from the curb
on a manhole lid and even it shines copper
in Jerusalem light.
Brynn Olenberg
Bronx, New York
SUNY Binghamton
10

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Nancy Galler
Howar Beach, NY
SUNY, Purchase
13

KIBBUTZ WEEKEND
Weary-eyed I walked up to the Goldsmith Building at 6:30 a.m. one bright November
morning. To my great surprise this was no mass tiyul to the Sinai. Quite the contrary, before
me were only thirteen tired faces intending to head north.
Ian, our friendly tour guide, was quick to point out to us every three minutes the puddle
called “the holy Jordan.” Just as we were getting some serious singing going we arrived at our
first stop, the Kinneret Cemetery. Tucked along the southwestern edge of the Sea of Galilee lies an
abundantly green, peaceful cemetery where many of the founders of modern Zionism, as well as the
poetess Rahel, were laid to rest. Each grave represents both the tragedies and joys of Israel s
pioneering days.
For a little change of pace, we next ascended to El Chama where there are alligators, ruins
of a Roman bathhouse, and natural hot springs. We spent a few hours touring the ruins and of
course, treating our poor muscles to the luxurious water. Now we know where all the hot water
in Israel is. . . certainly not in Resnick!
As Shabbat was approaching, we arrived at Kibbutz Kfar Blum located in the breath-taking
Hula Valley. A representative of the kibbutz showed us to our fancy quarters fo the weekend:
the children’s house. Kfar Blum is one of the more progressive kibbutzim which allow the
children to sleep at home. “Everything for the children,” one of the members told us. This
settlement has a swimming pool and horses, and even the area high school is located here.
These achievements seemed almost unattainable when the first settlers came to the area
40 years ago, because the entire area was covered with swamps. Malaria killed off many people.
We were filled with stories of life without electricity, clean water, or even communication with
the rest of the Yishuv. One of the highlights of the weekend was listening to Joe Criden, gne of
the founding fathers of Kfar Blum and, also an expert soldier who has fought in all of Israel s
wars. We literally could have listened to his fascinating stories all day, but we had to sample yet
another delicious kibbutz meal.
Eating with all the kibbutz members in the ‘pdin Trn was an experience. And we mean
it! The food was fabulous and we were fed all weekend non-stop.
We also learned of kibbutz ideology without stop. We heard a panel discussion between
several members of the kibbutz, two of whom had made Aliyah successfully. Thus, all of us
OYP’s could relate to them and felt comfortable in asking questions about kibbutz life.
Sunday morning at 5:30 we awoke and left the beautiful kibbutz for Kiryat Shmona,
the Banias and home.
Lynnsie Balk
St. Louis, Missouri
University of Michigan —Ann Arbor
Devorah Friedman
Denver, Colorado
University of Colorado at Boulder
14

W h e n w e le ft 1 1 /2 h o u rs la te , I w as s till o p tim is tic . W hen it s ta rte d ra in in g , I th o u g h t it w o u ld soo n s to p . W hen th e b u s ro o f
leake d and I w as s ittin g in th e seat it w as le a k in g o n , I fig u re d th in g s c o u ld be w o rse . W hen th e p e o p le across th e aisle o p e n e d th e ir
w in d o w w h ile I b re a th e d th e s m o k e o f th e c ig a re tte s b e h in d m e , I began to w o n d e r if it w as a ll w o r th it.
“ I t ” w as th e G a lile e -G o la n t r ip in A p r il, w h ic h I had lo o k e d fo rw a rd to w ith such e x c ite m e n t. T h e B anias: d a re -d e v il m e ,
fa c in g th e e le m e n ts — and even th e A ra b s — I tra ilb la z e a w a v f o r m y p o s te rity . T h e G o la n H e ig h ts : m a y b e a Lebanese s o ld ie r w ill
s h o o t a t us; c o u ld I be so lu c k y ? M t. H e r m o n : and I 'l l m e e t a fa n ta s tic F re n c h p la y b o y w h o w ill ta k e m e to h is cha teau and fe e d m e
v in ta g e w in e fr o m m y s lip p e r. N im ro d 's C a stle : I 'l l sta n d in m y g a rris o n , p e e rin g fr o m m y to w e r, w ith scream s e c h o in g fr o m th e
d u n g e o n b e lo w and I 'l l save th e w o rld fr o m h u n g e r, disease, d e p riv a tio n , and c o n s tip a tio n .
A h , w h a t an in n o c e n t I w as. A v irtu a l b a b e -in -a rm s . I t ra in e d th e e n tire fir s t d a y . I had a c o ld . We h ik e d th ro u g h th e Banias.
T h a t is, w e slid th ro u g h th e B anias in t h e ^ u d . T h e tr a il w as a lre a d y bla ze d f o r p o s te rity — and I c o u ld n 't seem to fo llo w it. M y
je a n s co ve re d w ith m u d u p to m y kne es, w e re tu rn e d th a t e ve n in g to a lo n e gas fla m e , and w e p u t u p o u r te n ts . S o m e brave
a d v e n tu re r I a m . O n e peg w as c ro o k e d . O u r te n t leaned o m in o u s ly to th e le ft side. O h , w e ll. We ate. W e la y In o u r sleeping bags. In
o u r d ir t y je a n s. I had p la n n e d such a w e ll-c o o rd in a te d w a rd ro b e f o r th e tr ip . T w o pa irs o f s h o rts and tw o T -s h irts . So be it. D ir ty ,
w e t je a n s. D u rin g th e n ig h t, I w o k e u p to fin d a d a m p , b lu e p iece o f m a te ria l in m y m o u th . T h e te n t. I w as sleeping o n th e le ft side.
T w ic e , I fo u n d th a t d a m n e d b lu e m a te ria l in m y fa c e l I ask, in all seriousness, d id I need th is ?
In th e m o rn in g , o u r shoes w h ic h w e had so c a r e fu lly place d o u ts id e th e " d o o r " o f o u r te n t, w e re fille d w ith d e w . F in e . C o ld ,
w e t shoes. M y s tiff- u p p e r lip re m in d e d m y p o u tin g lo w e r lip . " T h is is A n E x p e rie n c e . Y o u 'll L e arn S o m e th in g fr o m th is , a V a lu a b le
Lesson in M a k in g th e B est o f T h in g s ." I m ade th e be st o f th in g s . I ate seven p e a n u t b u tte r and c h o c o la te sa n d w ich e s f o r b re a k fa s t.
T h e n e x t n ig h t, o u r fe a rle ss m a d ric h im had an a n n o u n c e m e n t to m a k e . M oshe M a rg o lin w ith his f a it h f u l se rvant Y a 'a c o v a t his
side, in fo rm e d us th a t th e p o lic e had c o m e w h ile w e 'd been on o u r h ik e . T h e y had searched th e te n ts and fo u n d — b race yo u rse lve s
— th e e v il o f a ll e v ils , hash! Y a 'a c o v lo w e rd h is h e a d . M o she lo o k e d a t us, his b r o w n , d o e eyes so sad dened, so h u r t th a t w e c o u ld
d o th is to h im . H e , w h o is lik e a fa th e r to us. We s h u ffle d u n e a s ily and stared a t o u r m u d d y sneakers. M o she w e n t o n , h is v o ic e th a t
o f a m a n w h o t r u ly w a n ts to u n d e rs ta n d th e u n -u n d e rs ta n d a b le . He d o e s n ’t re a lly th in k it's a n y o f us. S u re ly w e k n o w th e p u n is h ­
m e n t o f u sin g d ru g s in Isra e l. T h e sham e w e 'v e b r o u g h t o n th e H e b re w U n iv e rs ity . H o w e v e r, he sighs th a t h e a rt-w re n c h in g sigh,
h o w e v e r, he re p e a ts, an d Y a 'a c o v sighs a n o th e r h e a rt-w re n c h in g sigh, h o w e v e r, th e p o lic e w a n t e v e ry o n e to c o m e in f o r q u e s tio n in g ,
un le ss th e c u lp r it o r c u lp r its w ill co n fe ss to th is h e in o u s d e e d , th e e n tire g ro u p w ill have to s u ffe r. He gave us fiv e m in u te s . I t w as
9 :3 0 p .m . We w e re tir e d . T h e p o lic e s ta tio n a t K ir y a t S h m o n a w as n o t w h e re w e w a n te d to be. S everal asked M oshe if th e y needed
th e ir pa ssports. M y b r a in , w h ic h h e re to fo re had n o t been fu n c tio n in g d u e to clogged sinuses an d c o ld to e s, n o w w o rk e d fu r tiv e ly
an d ca m e u p w ith th e s h o c k in g c o n c lu s io n : It's all a jo k e l T h a t's rig h t! T h e re are n o p o lic e m e n and no hash. I re ca lle d o th e r
t iy u lim in w h ic h o u r m a d ric h im had p la y e d o u t th e ir tw is te d sense o f h u m o r o n us naive s tu d e n ts . O n th e S in a i t r ip w e reached a
5 0 - fo o t c lif f . O u r m a d ric h a to ld us to ta k e o f f o u r s h irts , tie th e m to g e th e r, and w e w o u ld c lim b d o w n th e c liffs , and please, m a ke
sure th e k n o ts are tig h t. T h e fo o ls . F o r 2 0 m in u te s p e o p le c o n c e n tra te d o n g a th e rin g s u ffic ie n t s h irts f o r a ro p e . Y o u ’ve never seen
such frig h te n e d face s, such c h a lk -w h ite fe a tu re s in th o s e ta n n e d p u n im s ! A n d w h e n th e y w e re re a d y to th r o w th e ro p e o f s h irts
(a fte r each k n o t had been th o r o u g h ly te s te d ) o ve r th e c lif f , o u r m a d ric h a said, " I t 's ju s t a jo k e ! " It's ju s t a jo k e ! W h a t p e rve rts.
O n an o th e r S in a i t r ip , Y a 'a c o v to ld e v e ry o n e a tid a l w a ve w as c o m in g and h u rry , get o n th e b u s! E v e ry o n e ru shed to th e bus,
a ll in tu r m o il and th e b u s d r iv e r d ro v e a ro u n d in c irc le s . T h e n , lo and b e h o ld , no tidal wave! I f M oses o n ly k n e w h o w p e o p le w e re
d e s e c ra tin g th a t d e s e rt.
N o w , as e v e ry o n e ra n a ro u n d tr y in g to scrape u p som e id e n tific a tio n , as if th a t w o u ld m a ke a n y d iffe re n c e a n y w a y , and as
M o sh e and Y a 'a c o v w a lk e d m o ro s e ly a ro u n d , I p u t tw o and tw o to g e th e r and d e c id e d it m ade a n o th e r e x a m p le o f th e ir p a rtic u la r
b ra n d o f h u m o r th a t I p re fe r to c a ll s ic k . I w as n o t th e o n ly o n e o n th e bus w h o had reached th a t c o n c lu s io n . B u t w h a t c o u ld w e d o
w ith o u r k n o w le d g e ? I to ld S h e rri, w h o had shared th e c o lla p sed te n t w ith m e , th a t w e s h o u ld co n fe ss to o w n in g th e hash. S h e rri
said she w o u ld if I w o u ld go a lo n g w ith it. A n d so, S h e rri, s o m b e r-fa c e d /w a lk e d to th e f r o n t o f th e bu s and to ld o u r m a d ric h im
th a t w e had been th e ones, no need t o p u n is h e v e ry o n e else f o r w h a t w e w o u ld v o lu n ta r ily a d m it w as o u r o w n c rim e . T h e y to o k us
to th e p o lic e s ta tio n in K ir y a t S h m o n a . T h e y led us in sid e th e gates. I w as e x c ite d . T h is w as w o r th th e c ro o k e d pegs. Y a 'a c o v asked
us w h y w e w a n te d to co n fe ss. W e a rin g m y m o s t s a in tly , c o n tr ite e x p re s s io n , I h u m b ly said, " I t 's n o t fa ir th a t e v e ry o n e else has to
s u ffe r f o r o u r m is ta k e ." E p h ra t and V e re d , th o s e co m p a s s io n a te souls, to ld us w e d id n 't have to d o th is if w e d id n 't w a n t to . T h e y
w o u ld u n d e rs ta n d and n o o n e w o u ld ever k n o w . S h e rri and I lo o k e d a t each o th e r. N o , w e fe e l w e m u s t d o th is , fo r w e have c o m ­
m itte d a c rim e a g a in st th e sta te o f Isra e l. T h e y le ft us s ta n d in g o u t in th e c o ld f o r 10 m in u te s . A p o lic e m a n w a lk e d past us, n o d o u b t,
Y a 'a c o v c o n n e d h im in to t r y in g to in tim id a te . W e said g o o d e ve n in g to h im and s m ile d . H e w a lk e d o n . F in a lly , th e y to o k us in to
th e p o lic e s ta tio n w h e re w e sat o n a h a rd b e n c h . W a itin g Y a 'a c o v said, " T h e y 'r e g o in g to b rin g th e in q u is ito r to in te rro g a te
y o u , s o o n ." F in e . F iv e m in u te s la te r, he said, " A n d th e dogs. T h e y 'll have dogs s n iff y o u .” Can w e s n iff th e m ba ck?
F in a lly , " T h e y 'll p ro b a b ly m a ke y o u ta k e y o u r
c lo th e s o f f . " T h e dogs? A n d w ill th e y ta k e th e irs o f f , to o ?
Y a 'a c o v to o k us ba ck o u ts id e . E n o u g h o f gam es, he said.
He w as b e a t. W e w o n . T h e re was n o hash. I t w as ju s t a
jo k e . . . T h e sw eet sensa tio n o f success! T h e in c re d ib le
d e lig h t in ha vin g ga m b le d and w o n ! T h e re lie f o f n o t ha vin g
dogs s n iff us o r ta k e o u r c lo th e s o f f . We w e n t ba ck to th e
b u s, h e ro in e s . M o she w as o n th e b u s w ith th e real p u rp o se
o f th e t r ip — to give us ice cre am bars. W e d ro v e b a ck to
c a m p w h e re w e ate n u ts and ra isin s, d ra n k w in e and sang
H e b re w songs. T h e n w e c ra w le d b a ck in to o u r te n ts and
s le p t.
T h e n e x t d a y , w e w e n t to N im ro d 's C astle. Y a ’acov
had his revenge. I s lith e re d u n d e r a n a rro w o p e n in g o f th e
ca stle w h e re I had heard scream s, c lim b e d d o w n b ro k e n
steps in th e d a rk , and c ro u c h e d a lo n g th e w a ll. S o m e th in g
lifte d th e scarf o f f m y head. I lo o k e d u p and scre a m e d ; it
scream ed ba ck and I scream ed again. Y a 'a co v. D ear Y a 'a c o v .
H e p e rched on a ledge ab o ve , th a t m o u s ta c h e d g rin le e rin g
d o w n a t m e . I w e a k ly s m ile d b a c k . Y o u g o t m e . He
handed m e m y scarf.
A t M t. H e rm o n I d id n 't fin d th a t F re n c h m a n . W here
are th e y w h e n y o u need th e m , a n y w a y ? I d id f in d an
Is ra e li fa m ily w h o se b ra ts w e re c ry in g because th e y w e re
c o ld . T o u g h , I have no s y m p a th y f o r ru n n y n o s e d k id s
w h e n I'v e been d e p riv e d o f d r in k in g w in e fr o m a s lip p e r.
T h e n th e re w e re th e h o t sprin gs a t E l C ham a. T h e
b ig q u e s tio n w as, are th e a llig a to rs re a lly a liv e o r have
fa k e ones been p la n te d ju s t f o r to u ris ts ? A n d if th e y are
a liv e , w h a t k in d o f a life d o th e y have, s lith e rin g in and
o u t o f th e w a te r th re e tim e s a d a y , f o r G o d 's sake! N o
o n e had an a n sw e r; w e re tu rn e d to Je ru sa le m .
Was i t w o r th it? I t w as an E x p e rie n c e . I trie d t o M a ke
th e Best o f ha vin g sinus d ra in a g e in th e ra in . A n d I
learned a V a lu a b le Lesson in L ife , w h ic h I w ill be ab le to
A p p ly to M a n y O th e r S itu a tio n s . T h e lesson I m a y n o t be
a b le t o d e p e n d o n F re n c h m e n b u t p e a n u t b u tte r and
c h o c o la te m a k e a n y s itu a tio n b e a ra b le .
A n g ie H im s e l, Jasp er, I N , In d ia n a U n iv e rs ity

GIVE AND TAKE
She appraises the
merchandise while the
owner rushes around
“It is good, yes? The
best in the market.”
“How much?” she asks.
“Six hundred shekels.”
“For that! I’ll give you 250.”
“You joke! It is the best quality.
Come. Have a look.”
The woman walks closer.
“Here,” the man warms to his
product. “Feel it. Put your hands
on it. It is big, no? Very good. The best.”
The woman briefly touches it.
“It’s OK, but I’ve seen others just like. . .”
“No, no!” Man interrupts excitedly.
‘Wot just like. There is,” he declares
“no other like this.”
“I’ll give you,”
woman says
“250 shekels.”
The owner sadly shakes his head.
“How can you be so stingy?” he asks.
“Look at it.” He displays it in his hands.
“It is beautiful I wish I
must not part with it. But I know a
woman like you will use it
more than I would.”
He strokes it lovingly.
“It fit you perfectly.”
Woman hesitates.
“Actually,! don’t really need one.”
Man puts his and on woman’s arm.
He looks into her face and softly says,
“You a very beautiful woman.
All beautiful women need one.”
Put like that. ..
“For you,” he continues cajolingly
“I make special price.
Five hundred shekels.”
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I’U give you,” she softly returns,
“275 shekels.”
Sadness fills his eyes.
His shoulders slump.
He is the bewildered little boy.
Man wearily argues,
“450.”
“275.”
“450”
‘This is ridiculous!” woman snaps.
‘Til give 300.”
“400”
“300”
“400”
She turns to walk away.
“Wait! Wait! Come back.”
She allows herself a small,
triumphant smile than
turns around. “Well?”
“350” man says.
She turns away.
“Wait! Wait!”
She looks back.
“325.”
“300. That’s it.”
They stare at each other stonily.
He shrugs.
She gives him
300 shekels.
She walks out of the store, satisfied,
taking a piece
of the storekeeper with her and
leaving a piece of herself for him.
Later, alone, she wonders if
she was taken.
Angie Himsel
Jasper, Indiana
Indiana University
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HASBARA SEMINAR
Since last year’s battle over America’s sale o f AW ACS planes to Saudi Arabia, much attention has been focused
on Israel’s hasbara efforts abroad, especially in America. A great deal has been written about the country’s public
relations and its ability to explain such events as the passage o f the Golan Heights Law and the dosing o f Bir Zeit
College by military officials. The controversy surrounding Israel’s hasbara is not new, however. As a result o f
Israel’s growing isolation since the Yom Kippur War, Israel has been forced to justify all its major policies and
actions to an increasingly hostile world public. The policies, methods and, more recently, even the message o f
Israel’s public relations and information campaign have become the subject o f debate both locally and abroad.
With this as a backdrop, 50 students from North America, Great Britain and Australia are presently preparing
to meet the challenge posed by Isreal’s detractors on campuses abroad. The group, students at the Hebrew
University's Roth berg School for Overseas Students, are members o f an intensive extra-curricular seminar on
hasbara and campus activism. The group meets regularly with noted figures from the political, academic and
journalist spheres. The hasbara seminar, now in its sixth year, began with only 15 students and consisted o f five
lectures. The seminar has gradually developed in sophistication and scope to include twenty lectures, several
weekend seminars and field trips to Yamit, the Gaza Strip and the Golan Heights. Seminar participants will also
spend three days in a session on the use o f the media.
Moshe Margolin, coordinator o f the hasbara seminar, maintains that the project has produced the core o f
pro-Israel activists on North American campuses today. "It is ironic that some o f Israel’s best hasbara on
campuses abroad is done by a handful o f overseas students trained in Jerusalem. One has to wonder why Israelis are
not offered any instruction on how to present their country’s case before they leave to study abroad. ’’ Margolin,
an oleh from America, does acknowledge the assistance given to the group by the Foreign Ministry, the World
Zionist Organization and the Ministry o f Absorption: "There has been increasing interest in the hasbara seminar
from many quarters. The seminar has proven successful and its sponsors have consistently given me a free hand to
work with the students. Much o f the success o f the seminar must be attributed to its unbiased nature. The
seminar attracts first rate speakers who represent a broad spectrum o f views and ideologies. There is no singular
political line taken. ”
In addition to lecture/discussions on topics ranging from the prospects o f peace after Sadat’s death (with
Prof. Yigael Yadin) to the plight o f jews in Arab countries (with Mordechai Ben-Porat, MK), the seminar provides
students with practical sesions on techniques o f campus activism. The group, in conjunction with the Office o f
Student Activities, has organized a 12-hour hasbara day program for 450 overseas students from around the
country. The program, entitled "Israel’s Image on Campus," featured films, exhibits, a panel discussion and
workshops conducted by members o f the hasbara seminar. President Navon conducted a question-and-answer
session. Simcha Dinitz, former ambassador to Washington, spoke on "Israel’s Foreign Policy Image. ’’ The program
culminated in a concert by David Broza.

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JERUSALEM
The State Department yesterday released a report
that there are a number of dangerous bearded men
roaming the streets of Jerusalem with the intention
and capability of converting the contented secular
O.YP. student into a
questioning and confused
‘Yeshivah bocher.”
One source claims that
the most notorious of
these men is one Barouch
Levine, last seen in the
area of Jerusalem’s
Western Wall. The description
given is of a thirty
year-old bearded man,
thin, of medium height,
sporting a well-tailored
pin-stripe suit and black
hat.
Apparently the son of a
New York business
tycoon, Barouch’s early
childhood days were spent
in a very comfortable environment.
But even then,
Barouch was not content.
One day he was sent to the corner store to buy milk.
That was the last seen or heard of him in New York.
He somehow made his way over to Israel where he
was brought up by a hassidic family who exposed him
to the art of guiding tours and gave him the one book
which was to guide him and shape his years to come.
How to Win Friends and Influence the O.Y.P.’er. It
is said to this day that his real parents in New York
are still furious but have not given up hope, “We’re
still waiting for our milk!” they said.
A few years ago Barouch opened his practice in
Jerusalem’s Old City, and according to reports, can be
found there most days of the week either at the
Western Wall or else strolling through the alleyways,
frequently stopping strangers to ask them what time
it is, even though he has a watch of his own. However,
when business slows down, it is reported that he
makes his way over to the Mt. Scopus campus to visit
individual students in the late hours of the night
when their defences are down.
“I still can’t get over it,” explains one bewildered
O.YP. student still suffering from withdrawal symptoms.
“All I did was visit the Kotel one day when out
of nowhere this guy comes up to me, asks me where
I’m from, tells me about some classes and before I
know it, I’m promising him 111 sacrifice my first
born.”
When asked to describe
the man, the student’s description
matched
that of
Barouch perfectly, with one
exception: He added that in
his right hand, Barouch held a
bag of milk. Experts believe
this to be
the same bag
bought many years ago from
a corner store somewhere in
New York City.
Other sources revealed
that Barouch does not work
alone. With him works his so-
called “side-kick” and ‘Yes-
man” who stands at approximately
four feet one inch tall
and answers to the name of
Jeff, when listening. However,
it is said that he is nowhere near as dangerous
and on the contrary can be quite entertaining at
times. Police nevertheless are looking for Jeff as well
as he is a minor and should not be outside past 9:00
pan.
What Can You Do?
One Department official warns the O.YP. student
to be cautious and suspicious of any man fitting the
above descriptions and to act accordingly when
approached. If the suspect opens with the question
“Hi, whereya from?” the student is urged to respond
with one of the following:
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- “I’m from Jerusalems hospital for the criminally insane.”
- “It doesn’t matter where I’m from, it only matters
where we’re going which is why I’d like to speak to you
about life insurance.”
- “I’m from Jehovah’s Witnesses. Can I interest you in
some of our literature?”
- “I’d love to talk but I really am late for confession.”
If any of the above fail, proceed with one of the following:
- fake an epilectic seizure.
- take out a clove of garlic and proceed to eat it.
- wet your pants, start to cry and scream “Mommy,
Mommy!”
It is Too Late:
It is reported that many students have already unknowingly
been subjected to Barouch’s mesmerising powers.
Ask yourself the following:
- When someone asks you “How are you?” do you reply
“Baruch Levine, fine thanks”?
- When told the joke “I just flew in from New York and
boy are my arms tired,” do you reply with “Really?
Do you have a place to stay for Shabbes?”
- Do you find yourself shaving less regularly
and letting your sideburns grow wild?
— Are presently wearing a kippa and an
earring simultaneously?
If you answered yes to any one of the
above, you are urged to quarantine yourself
indefinitely or write for help c/o Hare
Krishna.
Elan Eisen
Toronto, Ontario
York University.
•ARCHAEOIOCKVU GARDEN
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A CHRISTIAN
PERSPECTIVE
For the Christian student, life in Israel
can be a challenging and a rewarding
experience. As a member o f a minority,
you 'll be faced almost daily with situations
which remind you that you're different —
you're not Jewish. While I ’ve never encountered
any active persecution or discrimination,
there does appear to be an
underlying assumption among teachers,
administrators, and most students that
everyone here is Jewish, since approximately
90 percent o f the students are indeed
Jewish. Interestingly enough, sometimes
the people most capable o f helping you
through this “m inority experience’’ are the
Jewish foreign students, since they are
usually in the m inority back home. Many
times, once someone discovers that y o u ’re
not Jewish, you are bombarded with
questions: Why are you here? How do you
feel being a minority? What does your
church say about such-and-such? What do
you think o f the Crusades? Do you really believe in Jesus? Do you advocate missionary activities?
In Western countries, where Christians are the majority, these questions rarely arise.
Personally, / found tackling such questions head-on to be one o f my most rewarding experiences,
teaching me more about myself than anything / had ever experienced back home!
Israel is perhaps the most exciting place to study scripture. In addition to the academic courses
provided through the University and various institutes throughout the country, the land itself
reveals to the Christian unparalleled insights into the imagery o f scripture.
A problem common to Christa ins visiting Israel is what can best be termed the “great expectations
syndrome. ” Many people come here with fixed expectations: What the holy sites are going
to be like, and how they will feel at such places, or what it will be like to spend the great holidays
o f Christmas and Easter here. It is important to remember that the holy sites have not been preserved
in a vacuum untouched by man or time. So it is wise to read up on any place before
visiting it. A background in Byzantine and Eastern Orthodox religious artwork is especially helpful.
Some people also have a priori assumptions
about what Christains living in the
Holy Land should be like. Therefore, it is
equally important to realize that the Christian
communities o f Israel are only a microcosm
o f the wo rid-wide Christian community,
encompassing the positive and negative
aspects o f the world-wide Christianity.
There are some expectations, however,
that should be kept and fostered: The expectation
o f finding G-d here and o f hearing
His voice. He may speak in a gentle breeze,
or in the chants o f a Latin high mass, but
He’s here waiting to be discovered.
Mary Zwickl, Sacramento, Ca.
CSU —Sacramento

YAVNEH
Early in the history of the Hebrew University, the organization of religious students, Yavneh, was
formed. From its inception Yavneh tried to fill the needs of the religious Hebrew University
student body. In recent years its responsibilities have been expanded to include the O.Y.P.
Yavneh holds weekly meetings and co-sponsers a workshop with the O.S.A. — “ Emunah in The
Modern World.” The Yavneh activities that attract the most participants were the weekend
Shabbatonim. Some of the places that Hebrew University studnts went to were Alon Shevut
and Kibbutz Hafetz-Hayyim, where they learned about the pleasures and problems of integrating
a traditional Shabbat with the rigors of modern life, especially in a kibbutz setting. The most
successful Shabbaton was the March 12—13 trip to Yamit. Amidst confusion and controversy
two busloads of students spent the Shabbat getting a personal insight into the Yamit situation.
Yavneh has future plans of expanding its on-Campus programming and also would like to
serve as a liason between Aliyah-bound ex-Yavneh people and Israeli society.
* * * * * *
T h ree single parents — D iane H un toon , M arcella Edw ards, and Sherri H urw itz — are presently
studying at the One Y ear Program from the U niversity of C alifo rn ia, Santa Barbara.
T h e ir children, as th eir m others, had to make social, em otional & academ ic adjustm ents
living in Israel. It was a real challenge fo r all of them.

T n a t n d p
It was a cool overcast day, unusual for after Pesach. We were on a packed filled Egged bus heading towards
Har Herzel through the overcrowded streets. I was sitting next to a fat, poorly dressed 60 year old woman who
seemed to have just come from Mahane Yehuda, with a generous supply of garlic on her lap —it’s the season for
garlic now —a stuffed bag of various furits and vegetables on the floor by her feet. At first it started as a low hum
and then the siren’s sound intensified. As soon as the sound was identified the throng of people piled into the bus
pushed their way into a standing position. I was among them. The noise pierced my ears and the sight it aroused
pierced my soul. All the way up the hilly, traffic jammed road I saw people get out of their cars and stand at
attention. Age, ethnic background, nationality —nothing mattered. We stood united together in memory of the
soldiers who died defending the State of Israel. There was not a single movement. Everywhere my eyes looked I
saw complete stillness. The presence of the siren, the same siren used in case of an air-raid, was felt in Eilat as well
as the Golan —the entire country at that moment stood as one. As the siren faded people reassumed to their presiren
activities and traffic continued as usual.
Five minutes later I arrived at the military cemetery. I don’t know what I expected. There were mobs of
people, the graveyard was filled to overflowing. Families stood huddled together around the graves of their
beloved. I heard the Minister of Defense, Ariel Sharon’s voice echo through the microphone, speaking of the pain
and sorrow of death, and the togetherness and oneness of a strong people —Am Yisrael. I saw tears pouring from
the eyes as well as the heart of a mother who last her son. Later I checked the grave —he was 18 years old. For a
moment I felt like I was intruding, like I didn’t belong. These people deserved privacy for their sacred mourning.
Then I realized I had to be there. I had to give my support and I too had to mourn.
I saw a father dressed in a soldier’s uniform (he must have been in miluim) say Kadish as he stood before his
son’s grave. I saw a chayelet reach down to put flowers on top of her father’s grave. I saw little children all over
the place, playing with the flowers, running and falling, trying to keep themselves occupied. The little ones being
exposed to death but so unconcerned, too young to understand.
I saw tourists wandering around totally stunned by the passions of the day. I saw mothers and fathers,
sisters and brothers, husbands and wives lean down and gently kiss the grave stones. I heard a woman cry out her
sons name in agony. I saw a son quietly lead his mother from the grave site. I saw tears and I saw sorrow, and
sadness permeated the air — but nowhere did I see bitterness, despair was not to be found. I saw a stiff necked
people burning with the desire to live. Hundreds of young men and women in uniform were intermingled in the
crowd —relatives and friends of the dead. There was no fear in their eyes. No sense of regret. No desire to rip off
the uniform. There was hope for peace and a calmer future. The Israeli flags at half mast that shook back and
forth in the wind seemed to cry out runto oy nvn1? “to be a free nation in our land.”
As I left the graveyard with a friend she said, “. . . that was the biggest plug for aliyah I ever had.”
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Schenectady, N.Y.
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We see them all around us, grabbing at our minds, demanding our attention, asking for our
time, signs, dittos, notices. One group of leaflets managed to grab my attention on that fateful
day. “Study Tour” it said. “3 days and 2 nights of educational fun in the Negev sun.” “Sun” and
“fun.” Two of my favorite words. The “Educational” part would keep my mother happy. The
price too, was within reason. That, would make my father happy. So everybody’s happy. I went
inside and signed up.
Content as could be, I returned to Resnick-Land to spread the good news. “Guys,” I said,
“not to worry about the weekend. We have plans.” As is usually the case with these excursions,
we were scheduled to leave at 6:00 a.m. sharp. We showed up at about 6:15 a.m. pretty dull,
but it wasn’t a problem, because as I could’ve predicted, the bus wasn’t there yet. However,
within a few minutes, it pulled up, and with typical student efficiency, we got ourselves and our
gear on board within seconds and went to sleep. With typical madrich efficiency it took about
forty-five minutes to load the food, but what the hell, better late, than hungry.
Provisions aboard, we took off for our destination: the Negev. A few hours later, we got off
the bus at Ben-Gurion University where we heard an interesting lecture about the economic
effects upon the Negev Region of the April withdrawal from Sinai. The speaker’s point was that
the Negev would obviously benefit from the withdrawal because of its renewed strategic
importance. Since the military infra-structure was to be built up, the civilian aspects would also
benefit.
From the Ben-Gurion University we went to, what was for me, the highlight of the trip: we
went to Sde Boker where we got to see Ben-Gurion’s house. The very same that Ben-Gurion lived
in, his porch, his kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, everything.

After that, was the classic and traditional tiyul meal. Stale bread, pasty beans, greasy salami.
But I like it. C’mon, what do you expect for 200 Shekels? Filet mignon? Now, that’s a Jewish
dish; fileted minyan. Must take ten guys to finish it off. — Our next stop was at the Desert
Research Institute. “Well, people,” they said to us, “after doing a lot of research, we’ve decided
that this definitely is a desert.” I could’ve told them that, years ago. Seriously though, they are
investigating all aspects of Man’s relationship with the Negev Desert in an attempt to make that
relationship as productive and fruitful as possible. The basic result of their research seems to be
that all the good ideas were thought of 5000 years ago, not leaving much room for improvement.
The best desert farming system? Nabatean, 2500 BCE, and this is progress? ? ? !
Erev Shabbat was spent at the very lovely ana comfortable hostel associated with the Sde
Boker Field School. Saturday was devoted to a rather long walk through the cliffs and crags of
the stark Negev landscape. After the sixth or seventh hour it became a bit tedious but the
incredible scenery was certainly a redeeming factor that made the shlep worthwhile. Sunday
found us off to Avdat for a chat with some Nabatean ruins. It was very interesting because in real
life the ruins of Avdat look just like they do on the label of “Avdat” wine. After Avdat, we
made an impromptu stop at Ramat Ha-Negev College in Yeruham, a development town. There,
we were treated to a talk about the school from its dean and founder. Ramat Ha-Negev is a very
interesting place, which offers such courses as “Art and Culture,” “Creating Jewish Space-Time,”
and also volunteer options in the line of “Build your own dormitory with adobe and energyefficient
technologies.” As I said, it seemed like a very interesting place.
Our next and last stop, was at the Dead Sea, where we recieved a fascinating talk about the
Dead Sea Works and their potential for the future. It seems that the Dead Sea is so named,
because it is so full of all kinds of chemicals. Chemicals that a developing, industrializing world
desperately needs. Due to some judicious foresight fifty years ago, the potential for effective
exploitation of these chemicals is largely in Israeli hands, as these materials become more and
more valuable, Israel will have more power on an economic-resource scale and consequently also
on the political level. All in all it was a very optimistic talk.
The value of the “Study Tour” is twofold. Firstly it enables you to see an aspect of Israel
that perhaps you wouldn’t see otherwise. Secondly, it gives us students an opportunity to hangout
together, do interesting things, go different places and in general, get to know our fellow
O.Y.P.’er a little better. “The Negev study tour” succeeded splendidly on both accounts.
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SINAI :
WONDERS OF THE WILDERNESS
At a sunlit 7 a.m. on October 14th a collection of students, sleeping bags, rucksacks, water-canteens, white
hats printed “1981 Summer Ulpan Tiyulim Hat” and an occasional “lulav” assembled outside the Goldsmith
Building. The occasion: a 5-day tour of the Sinai desert organized by the madrichim and HalleluyahTours. The
programme called for “magnificent sights and hikes as well as diving and snorkling”. Travel was in the Halleluyah
Tours bus and accommodations, to quote the first of the tiyulim’s regular jokes in a “Thousand Star Hotel,”
outdoors, of course.
Travel and adventure are by no means always the same thing, but this trip —described in the leaflet as ‘ interesting
but difficult” —was definitely in the adventure class. Within hours, we had moved from the familiarity of
Har Hatzofim to a world of novelty, of waterless rivers and wonderfully coloured rocks, where beauty was
mingled with danger. We were constantly exhorted to drink to prevent dehydration and to wear shoes to keep us
from the perils of the water.
The day we saw Sharm el-Sheikh and the Straits of Tiran was the day Moshe Dayan died. It was like actually
experiencing a news event. On another occasion, one of the group declared that he felt like he was swimming in a
Jacques Cousteau film.
I vividly remember the night at Nueba and the corals of the blue Red Sea. . .
In Sinai, the exotic could become comic; we felt rather fond of the camel who was perfectly at ease, among
the sleeping bags, with an expression on its face not quite smug, yet contented that it was not one of us, that have
to keep drinking in order to survive.
My favorate scene occurred at Dahab in the last light of Shabbat, as we were loading up the coach a veiled
Beduin girl glided onto the rocks behind us and sat down, holding out a white coral necklace. For the sake of
adventure and romance I almost bought the necklace, but a commercial transaction would have broken the spell.
My real souvenir is a memory of a black-clothed, isolated, graceful, inscrutably still and silent figure against the
changing sunset colours of sky and sea.
Even during an adventure, material realities asserted themselves; we lived in a perpetual question of where we
would wash. Constant jokes were made about comforts that were not there. “Just get up this rock! There is a
restaurant at the top!” And it always surprised me that the flies did not all dive into the chocolate spread as soon
as it was opened.
Sleeping was often difficult; at Na’ama there was a late party of particularly prolonged frenzy. But as I lay
looking up at the stars, I remembered that, of all things, I have known a sense of pride in my heritage that has been
embodied by the story of a people wandering in something called “the wilderness.” And now here I was on the
very site of that long ago adventure and, in spite of time and change, that view of the sky was a link with the
deepest roots of the world to which I belong. It was Succot after all —a modern Succot, when the Sinai was
“crowded” with holidaying visitors, a Succot of sneakers and snorkel-masks and can-openers and political controversy,
but still the festival, commemorating the most famous expedition in the Sinai. What better time to stay
in the Hotel of the Thousand Stars!
Philippa Freshman
Glos., England
Visiting student
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YAMIT
In the wastelands
of Yamit
the flag is lowered
like a conquered sunset
and a blood cries
out in 2000 tears
Bowels of homes
lie gaping
at soldiers
weeping arms
holding infants
in civil custody
Venessa Herman
Saying Good-bye
Goats trample tomato leaves.
Ripped plastic sheets, the new-planted Egypt flag
ripples in the breeze.
Sabras, tangled and crushed, line the road,
a natural barb^wired defense,
and the young trees bow
their broken branches.
Tractors rust red as the ’48 convoy.
Weary of our stay
in the land of our sudden friends
we sight our own flag
blue and white in the distance,
and slowly, we toe the sand
of a new border.
Brynn Olenberg
Bronx, New York
SUNY Binghampton

cvcunG to final
Just before midterms we decided to make
our escape. The Sinai would be closed off
at the end of March, and with that, our
dreams of ever bicycling there again.
We set off from Mt. Scopus early one morning
in mid-March. We passed by our classmates
on their way to school, our bicycles
burdened down with numerous water
canteens which would prove invaluable in
the desert. Coasting down from Jerusalem,
with the familiar sensation of wind rushing
past our faces, we knew we had made the
right decision. This would not be just an
escape but an adventure.
We made our way through the windy mountain roads to Kiryat Gat passing along the way the
wheatfields that extend towards Beer Sheva. We then turned off into the desert on a route that
would take us past Sde Boker, Mitzpe Ramon and Eilat to Neviot (our destination) and then
back to Eilat. As we cycled through the Negev (no easy task in a strong headwind), and along the
Sinai Coast, there was time to absorb the landscape and to see the many sites one misses when
traveling “Air-line Egged.” In the six days spent cycling there were many incidents that remain
memorable; there is also the all-pervasive power of the desert solitude. The “thumbs-up” signal
from a truckload of Israeli soldiers can never be lost, nor can the beauty of the Sinai coast ever
be forgotten.
We returned to Jerusalem to write our mid-term exams even though we were tempted to
cycle further. While the bicycle may not be the conventional method of traveling in Israel it is
surely one of the more intimate and exciting ways to see this country.
Barry Rotman
Berkeley, California
Reed College
Ken Swartz
Vancouver, Canada
University of British Columbia
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THE BRITISH SEMESTER
Well in case the hordes of yapping Americans
never noticed, the 2nd semester was
in fact totally dominated by a group of far
more sophisticated and well-groomed
young people, all members of Her Majesty’s
Empire (including the Falklands, wherever
it may be). Without doubt the flower of
British youth, plucked from suburban
boredom and brought to the cobbles of the
Hebrew U, where Mummy and Daddy
didn’t have to have them running up any
more car repak bills.
For most of us this was our first prolonged
period of exile from home, and thus led to
the inevitable domestic horror-stories that
befall spoilt suburban kids. Stories of shrinking washing, exploding saucepans and cockroach-shared
accommodations. With the shock of our own inadequacy and only the candlelight of Uncle Yomtov to
guide us through the University bureaucracy, time sped on. Past a trip to the Sinai, past countless
incomprehensible Ulpan'classes and enough coffee-sessions to make any house-wife proud. For those
who couldn’t cope with the washing there was a laundrette which often took more than ones money
(! ) and for those whose stomachs winced at the thought of pasta after the second meal, (! ) ‘Mensa’
and ‘Frankies’ provided eggplant and schnitzel as alternatives.
Then before we know where we were, Pesach had arrived. With almost regimental continuity came
planes full of overemotional parents, out to inspect the welfare of the troops, and to make damn sure
that all their money was being well spent. Fed with fiction about long sleepless nights, and work-filled
days, they returned home, snug in their misconception, and we returned to our leasurely ways.
Now that our months seem to have reached a rapid conclusion, we must return to smash-up Daddy’s
car once and for all. And to misquote an infamous cigar-puffing Englishman, let me end by saying:
“Never, in the face of human experience has so little been done by so many for so long."
J.G.
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DIARY OF EVENTS
The Friends
The friends organised everything in London for us but seemed to have forgotten to inform Hebrew University
about most things. With friends like that, who needs enemies?
Arrival & Registration
After being taken to building 8 from the airport, we were schlepped to building 9, then to 10 via 9 once more,
then to 7 for some laundry and to building 10 for bed. — The next day, the saga continued except this time from
office to office and to and from the bank. After a whole day we were formally registered and told to expect our
student cards in 10 days. 6 weeks later they arrived.
Reznick
Social life was centered around building 10 despite the fact that the hot water was the most erratic in all of
Reznick. Other shortcomings were the night bulbs, the scarcity of toilet paper, the cats, flooding sewage and gas
leaks. Still, it was home. . .
Seminar on Judaism
This was our first intellectual experience and the high turn out can probably be attributed to the novelty of it
all. There was a big build-up to Professor Leibowitz’s lecture; everyone was very impressed that he was coming and
enthused about him. He never turned up.
Sinai
After only a few days in the country, most of the BSP decided to join the tiyul to Sinai, taking advantage of
the opportunity to see this part of Israel before it became Egypt once again. There were 2 tours from which to
choose: Either by camels with Bedouins as guides, or by bus with Israelis as guides. — There were 2 buses both
which took the coastal route, racing each other along dirt tracks in the middle of the desert. One bus broke
down on the first day which meant dinner had to be cooked in a hurry before it got dark, and not only
was it dark when we roomed up, there was no running water Marc and Johny didn’t take long to further
Anglo-Australian relations with the help of Joanne and Tammy: perhaps our bosy should turn their attention
to the Argentinians in light of recent events? They say it takes a lot for an Englishman to change his habits and
David, our Ambassador from Bournemouth, confirmed this when he insisted on changing into his Marks & Spencer
pyjamas every night, much to the amazement and amusement of the Americans. The next day we excerted ourselves
for the first, and only time during the 5 months, by hiking 4 hours through spectacularly scenic countryside.
In the evening, we checked into our accomodation for the night, which consisted of a few ‘SUKKOT’ not
dissimilar to those which housed Moses and Israelites in the Sinai. Included in the price of 3 shekels a head, was the
possibility of sharing a bed with the world famous, poisonous Sinai snake. Needless to say, nobody asked for a
refund when the snake failed to show. The next day, those of us who could master the use of masks and snorkels
saw some magnificant coral and tropical fish while those of us who couldn’t either sunbathed or splashed around
in the water. That evening was spent at a disco on Sharem-el-Shekh beach where we met a group of people from
Hampstead Garden suburb which reminded us all of home. However, none of us were homesick, our spirits having
been raised by the discovery of showers and toilets near the beach. We did a few more hikes which were both
frightening and exhilarating and we were entertained on the coach by Haim (need I say more?!). We returned to
the relative luxury of Reznick after 5 great days (and nights) with lots of memories and stories to tell.
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Purim
Purim was a good excuse to act like kids (which we all are anyway) painting our faces and dressing up. We also
enjoyed a more adult pastime, fulfilling important mitzvah by getting drunk.
Communal Shabbat Dinner
Everyone made their own contribution and we ended up with 15 types of salad. The girls arrived 1/2 hour late,
but the evening was made by David’s operatic rendition of the ‘bentsching’.
Shmira
We all did a stint of shmira while we were here. Somehow the sight of Brits trying to figure out how to use the
walkie-talkie as they put their limited Hebrew into practice, was less than encouraging.
Yom Atzmaut
This day lived up to all expectations and once again we reverted to childish behaviour, such as hitting people
over the head with plastic hammers. Even if we weren’t proficient enough to join in the folk-dancing, we all caught
the infectious atmosphere.
Mike Bomstein
Mike deserves a special mention for being the heart-throb of the BSP and for giving the lectures with the highest
turnout (the two things not being totally disconnected).
EDITORIAL COMMENT: SHE FANCY’S HIM! IF YOU HAVEN T ALREADY GUESSED.
Alexandra Fishburn
U LP A N
It's d iffic u lt to fin d som eone to give an accurate report on the Ulpan classes, as the m ajority seem to
have spent the m ornings in blissful sleep at hom e in their beds. Full m arks go to Paul de Keyser, whose
consisten t attendance was as punctual as the w orld service 'bleeps". However, there is a rum our that he did in
fa ct miss a class, but we have been assured that this was due to m edical reasons.
As the weeks passed in o u r remedial class, A d din a's authoritarian methods turned to despair, w hilst
Rachel gave up soon after with a threat on her star p u p il's life. Poor old Paedo! It was nice to see Benny
Brow n in class o ccasio n ally, although the arduous atm osphere of the classroom frequently induced bouts of
am nesia, and po o r Benny was obliged to spend the rest o f the lesson reciperating in the cafeteria. Other
sp o ra dic guest appearances were made by S lick, Bill Harzia and Super-C onfident Sue.
C on gratulatio ns to D. Levy fo r having done to the H ebrew language what the Indians did to Colonel
C u ster! C om m iseration s and apologies to A d din a and Rachel w ho are now spending a fortnight's holiday
in the p sy ch ia tric w ing o f Hadassah hospital. W e'll alw ays rem em ber you!
'L e -h it' and Shalom ,
J.G .
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SOLDIERS
T h ey were not riding
out to eternal life
in chariots o f fire
not one silver
angel did they meet
on that h ero ic h orizo n
o f w arring bibles.
It was in m ilitary coloured tanks
they crept
to their death
in fires
o f silver darkness
that exploded
life ’s h o rizo n with
one m etallic breath.
T h e y were not bib lical heroes
T h ey were not w ar m artyrs.
T h ey were sons o f fathers
kissing the wreathed tears o f
young-eyed lovers — whose
questions were now ashes
w ithout m edals o r wings.
Venessa Herman
In the eyes of most overseas students studying in Israel, the Israel Defense Force is an organization which is
revered. Time and again the IDF has proven itself as the most elite army in the world, an army that, against all
odds, helped give birth to the State of Israel and has since successfully defended it for thirty-five years. The
IDF is integrated into Israel’s civilian life and exists in close proximity to everyone’s daily routine. To satiate
students curiousity about this prominent facet of Israeli life, the OSA arranged a three-day study tour to various
military bases to give us the opportunity to learn about the IDF and take part in some limited facets of military
training.
“So this is the Army. . .” Everyone was lined up obediently waiting their turn to pull the trigger on the
Belgium-made “MAG” machine gun. All eyes were focused on the first person to tackle the cumbersome gun, and
they waited impatiently for the first “BANG” that would temporarily deafen them but that would indicate that
the first shot had been fired. Everyone was watching our brave volunteer with undivided attention as she lay
prone next to that unfamiliar object. All listened attentively to the thirty-second lesson she received from a
supervising soldier. As she pressed her finger against the trigger everyone leaned slightly forward, silent in apprehensive
wonder. With the first “BANG” came shouts of glee and the many students participating in the IDF
Study-Tour became even more anxious to try their own hand at firing the machine guns. Lines were no longer
maintained but rather crowds of students gathered behind the four machine guns (one of which was an American
05 surplus) cheering their friends on. As each new student tried their hand at firing a machine gun, higher objectives
were sought - for example, just pulling the trigger became “old stuff” and hitting the target became the
challenge. Rusty, old dilapidated trucks stood in pieces at 500 yards distance and greater concentration was
directed in aiming the gun at just the right level to hit those trucks. Of course, not all of those one hundred
students were overly anxious to fire a gun much less a machine gun, so they resigned themselves to watching
from the background, a choice “real” recruits-in-training would not be given.
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They expect me to do that!. . . Another highlight of the IDF Study-Tour was the simulated operation
demonstrated by recruits from the Sinor Training Base. This standard military operation, used by the IDF,
silenced the tongues of every student witnessing it. Approximately, fifteen soldiers spread themselves lengthwise
over five hundred yards of dirt field and used a single row of trees as camouflage. All at once soldiers leapt from
the trees firing their M-16s and Uzis at their targets leaving three soldiers behind to cover their advancement with
an American “05. The entire operation lasted about ten minutes which seemed like a long time for students
unaccustomed to “live ammo” military operations. At times it appeared as though the soldiers with the “05”
were shooting directly in the path of the advancing party crossing the field, but actually they were aiming
slightly over the heads of the advancing troops to discourage retaliation by the enemy. When the operation had
finally ended many students were confused, so the Commander at Sinor, Lieutenant Colonel Doron A. attempted
to explain it.
“Just like a Drill Sergeant. . .” To some of the OYP students, Lieutenant Colonel A. was one of the first
stereotypical soldiers they had ever seen, and they accordingly stood at attention as he spoke. He was a fiercelooking
soldier resembling the American General Patton in manner and stature, and the confidence he emanated
was what one would expect of a Commander of new recruits. His uniform was starched and impeccable, his beret
tilted on his shaved head in an arrogant manner and he chewed gum so deliberately that one could not remove
their gaze from the flexing muscles in his face. The Lieutenant Colonel treated his “temporary recruits” very
nicely and grinned frequently at our obvious excitement. At the end of our visit, he bade the predominately
American group a farewell that was in keeping with his “gung-ho” military image: “We don’t want your
(American) money, just your Jews - 6 million American Jews - 2 million to be stationed in the Galilee, 2 million
in the Negev, and 2 million in the Golan.” And with that Commander A. grinned, turned on the heels of his
impeccably shined boots and strode off towards his awating recruits.
The rest of the IDF Study Tour was a mixture of movies, lectures, tiyulim through northern Israel and the
Golan, and visits to various other military bases. AO in all the students were enlightened by the Study-Tour and
felt that it had changed their view of the IDF - from that of a mechanically functioning institution to one
operating on a more personal level.
Yisraela Angelone
Rochester, New York
University of Rochester
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RECEIVING A MARK FOR THE STUDY OF
THE HOLOCAUST
I think I have become obsessed with the Holocaust. I am stunned by it, I don’t know
exactly how to relate to it yet I continue to pore over the documents, accounts and analyses
and try to understand that most awesome and tragic event in Jewish history. This obsession
comes and goes periodically. A t times it contains me and moves me to a different eerie world
of thick darkness. I exist there torn between silence and madness. A t other times I am
simply tired of it. Enough! It is too painful.
This year I took the course on the history of the Holocaust. It was a very popular course in
the One Year Program, and also very good. We studied what lead up to the Holocaust trying
to understand the events in terms of processes which joined together and culminated in the
annihilation of European Jewry. We also studied the Jewish response, the Judenrat and
resistance, the reaction of the world and its indifference.
I thought at first that this was im p n w 1? - ‘holy study’, or rather 'D’um p H ia'V
—study of the holy ones. I felt obligated to study it and, like the study of Torah I should
“turn it over and over, ” for everything seemed to emanate from the Holocaust. The nature
of man, the world and even God was buried in that event and waited to be uncovered and
revealed.
There are no rewards for the study of Torah except the privilege to study more Torah or
perhaps a place in the world to come. I wonder what the reward is for studying the
Holocaust. The privilege to study more of it? A place, may be, in the world to come? My
reward for studying the Holocaust was a college credit, a mark.
But just in ease I case make it to the world to come, for reasons other than Holocaust study
I wonder what I am going to say when I meet a victim. (There are so many of them
certainly the probability of meeting at least one of them would be very high.)
. . . I studied your death. I watched you die. I saw you in movies. I read about you in books.
I even know why you died. I am able to look with hindsight and understand the processes
that lead up to your death. First they defined you by law, they then took away everything
you owned, they concentrated you into ghettos and camps, asphyxiated you in gas
chambers and burned your flesh, or what was left of it.

discussed you and wrote papers about you. How you were enslaved, tottured, gassed,
shot, burned. . I heard your distant terrible scream. 7 saw the blan&uncomprehendmg
doomed stare that emanated from your eternal eyes. I wrote an exam about you. I got a.
college credit because of you. For had you not died there would nqthave been anycourse.
I wonder hdw he would respond to the? “Wilfhe foment tfttterty tlffl'tKe greatest tragedy “
that has befallen the Jewish people has been transformed into a science, an industry even? !
Or may be he will anwer me thus: You studied my death, but did you not also study my life
until the very moment of my death? Did you not see how I clinged anffovtgbj for life?
I studied life in the deepest and darkest abyss. I discovered that while there were those who
gave up fighting for life, there were also those who used every ounce of their limited
strength for that most perilous fight. They chose life over andS^^eiWfyfhthg. Then; death
was not for the sanctity of God but for the sanctity of life. That is the ‘holy study ’ of The
Holocaust. That is what I should turn over and over. I received a credit for that also.
In the end it is precisely that college credit which brings me back into this world. I study
history in order to make sense of the world in which I live, to discover man and the society
which he creates and to observe how it changes with time and^try to understand why.
I study the history of the Holocaust because not only is it a study of death, destruction, evil
and the processes which brought ctbottt the rhassive catastrophe, but because it is also a
study of life, and the sanctification of life,
Moreover, now I am'informed on the Holocaust in an age when itsnreiy existence is^ubiett;:-
to question. Even though the mark I received represents a kind of absurd license enablirtg
me to discuss this event, when the time comes to confront the 'MtiEff-will know ivhat I ant
talking about. We cannot yet afford to be sUent about it, for it is too soon after die event
and the world needs to be reminded of it. We cannot scream either for the world Will dismiss
us as madmen. We must study it so that we will be able to tell and not let it be forgotten.
I emerged “obsessed” from the course and I received a mark for my studies. But in ti
I think it has been the study that hail marked me for the rest of my life.
EliotM aim er
Toronto, Canada
University of Toronto
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( with apologies to William Shakespeare)
To leave or not to leave: that is the
question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind
to suffer the slings and arrows o f outrageous
Israeli relatives or to take arms
against a sea o f troubles and by returning
stateside end them. To leave: to sleep;
no more; and by a sleep to say we end
the heart-ache, tsuris, and thousand
natural shocks that flesh is heir to here
in Israel. ‘Tis a consummation devoutly
to be wish’d. To leave, to sleep; to leave;
perchance to even stay there: oye there’s
the rub; for in that sleep o f America
what dreams may come, when we have
shuffled o ff this El-Al must give us
pause.
There is the respect that makes calamity
o f life in America. For who would really
bear the whips and scorns o f mishpacha,
the pangs o f an espised love, the law’s
delay without protekzia, the insolence
o f office and bankworkers, and the
spurns, when he himself could shut ’em
all up. But that dread o f something after
Aliya. The undiscover’d country from
whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles
the will, and make us rather bear those
ills we have than fly to others we know
not of? Thus conscience and parents
nudging does make cowards o f us all,
and thus the native hoe o f Aliyanik resolution
is sickled o ’er with the pale cast
o f thought, and enterprises o f great
pitch and moment with this regard their
currents turn away and lose the name o f
action.
J MS
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"When will I Return?"
I didn't realize how much I would miss Israel
when I left for a three-week spring vacation to
Italy and Greece, and yet, there on a gorgeous
deserted beach on the island of Crete I counted
the remaining days of my "holiday" with
such restless anticipation that Israel once again
became an unreachable reality — as it had
seemed eleven months ago. Though my
vacation had been full of excitement and
wonderful sights the greater part of my dreams
were devoted to returning to Israel or wishing
I had never left. Sunbathing on that beach in Crete I was suddenly struck by the reality
that if I missed Israel so much while on a three-week vacation how much more would I
miss Israel when separated from it for months, or perhaps years. I began to calculate the
months it would take me to return to Israel, but the months turned into years . . . Senior
year of College, Grad School, a year or two of working to pay back loans. I knew that once
I had reached that last stage my memories of Israel would have mellowed and I would then
be caught up in the race to achieve "the great American dream." I was shocked by my own
thoughts — had I never seriously thought about this problem before? Perhaps not, like so
many students on the One Year Program, we had postponed the confrontation of the neverending
conflict, the conflict we now felt committed to —choosing between America where
our families and friends live and work, where we grew up and went to school, or Israel,
a land to which many of us are ideologically tied, a state that is desperately calling out all
Jews in the Diaspora to "return to the land of their ancestors."
The choice for many is a difficult one, especially the strength potential olim will have
to possess to bridge the cultural, economic and political gaps that exist between their
native land and Israel.
Nevertheless, I began recalculating the time it would take me to return . . . "I could skip
grad school — maybe if my hebrew gets better I can go to grad school in Israel, another year
can be cut from working to pay-off loans — I can work two or three jobs in a year or less
and be debt free . .."
I looked across the wide expanse of blue sea searching for the land of Israel. I had reduced
my time in the Diaspora to two years —but as I looked to the clear blue sky I espied a lone
seagull circling the heavens above me and was reminded of the ideals of a story-book seagull:
"the perfect idea of freedom is that
we're limited by nothing at all."
A nice idea I thought to myself, but this
isn't a story. As the seagull dipped and
curved, images of Jerusalem and her
golden beauty came to my mind and I
thought to myself, if I had even an ounce
of strength or a fraction of the dream of
the Jews who fought and died to see the
State of Israel born, then I would return
to Israel before I'd ever left.
Yisraela Angelone
Rochester, NY
Univ. of Rochester
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YAMIT
I’d like to say a few personal words about Yamit.
When I went there with the university the town
was still alive, although the eruv between the field
school and the town was already taken down. Signs
were up saying “Chevel Yamit Chai.” Through
lectures and prayers those of us who went found
out why it was so painful for our people to give up
this part of the Sinai. Opinions were still divided
however over our need to give it up. Later, a month
before its destruction, I went back to Yamit. After
two bus transfers we had successfully snuck past
the army roadblocks. When I got to Yamit, everything
was dismantled. However, there was still
electricity and water. Sleeping on a bare floor I
got through Shabbat. Meals there were very touching.
I was invited in to a bomb shelter to share a
Shabbat dinner which was attended and sponsored
by Rabbi Chaim Druckman. He told me of Yamit’s special value to the Jewish people.
After dinner I heard some of the corrupted versions of Jewish songs, all revolving around
Yamit. After having been there myself and having my best friend, Chani, be there during the
final evacuation I feel I really shared in Israel’s greatest agony this year.
Chaim Lazarus, St. Paul Washington University, St. Louis MN.
Children Blind and Young
How will they grow up?
Will they grow up
How they will learn to hate!
Why is this all necessary?
Who is responsible?
So many years
Hatred and Destruction
Are there any tears?
Sandi Rabin
Bethesda, Maryland
George Washington Univ.
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MEETING "MY" REFUSENIK
In a year filled with many "peak experiences," (tiyulim, studying with reknowned professors,
political excitement and holidays) one of the most exciting moments for me was meeting the
person I had helped leave the Soviet Union - Lev Genin.
The story begins two years ago shortly after the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, when a
friend of mine went to Russia on a Soviet Jewry Mission. The Jewish Campus Activities Board
of Philadelphia tries to send two people every year over winter break. Bradd Boxman and Noah
Ephron were the two selected to visit with "refuseniks” in Moscow and Leningrad. Boxman had
been actively working for the release of Shasha Yakir at Villanova University and it was through
his meeting Shasha that we learned about Lev.
When Boxman returned, the Jewish Student Union of Beaver College (of which I was
President at the time) was in the process of mounting a Soviet Jewry Campaign and was looking
for someone to adopt. The story unfolded as follows:
Lev had applied to leave the Soviet Union with the intention of going to Israel in December
1979. On January 18, 1980 Lev was arrested for "drunkeness." He was given a choice between
Siberia and the army. Knowing that service in the armed forces would mean that he could never
leave the USSR, and being somewhat confused about what to do, Lev attempted suicide. On
February 18, the Beaver College Jewish Student Union sponsored a rally on his behalf. Since
news was full of anti-Soviet stories, Philadelphia's ABC Television news affiliate did a film piece
which was shown on the three local broadcasts in the Delaware Valley. Out of a student population
of just over 700 full-time undergraduates, over 300 signatures were collected. A phone call was
also made from which we learned that Genin had until March 12 to decide between prison, the
army and an insane asylum. Another phone call was placed on March 30 when it was discovered
that Lev was still OK, in hiding and thankful for the support. In May the students at Villanova
received a letter from Shasha indicating that Lev had received papers certifying him as crazy and
therefore releasing him from military service. Nothing was known for the next four months.
In October of 1980 the JCRC of Philadelphia got word that Lev Genin was in Israel. This
differs from the normal procedure, since Lev left the USSR very quickly. Based on verbal approval
to leave. Lev started gathering the appropriate documents for exiting the country. One evening,
before returning home, he made a telephone call. His father informed him that the KGB were
there and that he should go directly to the airport. Without saying good-by to his parents or
friends and without gathering any of his belongings, Lev Genin left the Soviet Union.
During the time between February and September I took the 300 cards and letters and
mailed them to him. Swathmore was also supposed to work on the case, and one of the fraternities
at University of Pennsylvania also "adopted" Lev. We also tried to keep the news available
to the campus community and from time to time people would stop and ask me what news I had
heard.
Both Boxman and I knew we would be in Israel this year and we were anxious to meet
with Lev. Around Hannukah he was successful in meeting up with him. The three of us had an
exciting evening speaking only Hebrew as it was our only common language, and Genin elaborated
on some of the gaps in the story.
We learned that the "suicide" was a planned scheme, whereby he was given some pills that
enabled him to sleep for three days. When the psychiatrists questioned and interrogated him he
acted strange so that they would certify him as crazy. Also he took a few of his things with him
as someone met him at the airport and the rest was shipped by his mother. His mother has since
come to Israel and his father is waiting for clearance. Until February, Lev had been working as a
mechanic and going through the absorption process at the Mercaz Klitah in Gilo.
One of my biggest thrills came when I was introduced to Lev as the one who organized the
phone calls and mailed the letters. The smile on his face and the warm thanks I received are
feelings that will be with me for a long time. When I asked again later if the cards and letters had
helped; he replied, with the same warm grin, "Yes, it was good to know that others cared.

emember one that came that had been signed by a twelve year old girl." It was at that moment
I realized that all the hassles with the post-office over registered letters and all the budget time
and energy were worth it. I, in some small way, had helped someone reach their dream.
Today, Lev is very happy to be in Israel and like all other nineteen-year-old Israelis is now
serving in the army. He came with a friend who is not so happy because his wife and child are
still trapped in the Soviet Union. There are many others with similar stories. I urge you to get
involved in the cause. There are many organizations such as JCRC, SSSJ, and Soviet Jewry
Committed that are trying to help and would like your support. It is a feeling of gratitude that
will not be forgotten.
Deena Michele Grossman, Haddon Heights, NJ.
VOLUNTEERING:
MORE THAN A JOB
A reason to live - a flame has been rekindled
inside of me. Something so refreshing,
as if I helped to revitalize a dying soul. When
Alfred says, “Good Morning” loud and clear
and then looks at me with unending thankfulness,
I feel as though I may be fulfilling his life,
and my reason for existence.
Although it may be mentally draining, after
working with a man who is unable to vocalize
his ideas, or after attempting to speak with a
deaf girl for an hour, I feel as though maybe I
helped these people. I know that each session I
spend with these people helps them to progress
even a tiny bit and perhaps one day they will be
able to function in society.
Even though I am a volunteer, I am respected
by the hospital, and by the patients themselves,
basically because I have something to offer. I
can instill in them inspirations, make them
want to live, and in return they give me a
purpose in life.
Devorah Friedman
Denver Colo. Univiersity of Colo-Boulder.
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In Jerusalem it is so easy to meet people and everyone you meet has his own particular story to tell.
One day I was walking through Mea Shearim enroute to my "little brother" Shimeon who lives in the
Mandelbaum area. I checked my watch just to see how late I was and all of the sudden a sixty-year old
vigorous Hassid popped out of nowhwere, stopped me and asked me for the time.
"It's three th irty ," I answered. "Well, actually my watch says twenty-five to four. It's probably even
twenty to four, my watch is usually five minutes slow." It had been a long time since I had last met a
Hassid in the street. I enjoy talking to the Hassidim so I wanted to pursue the conversation. However, this
time I was a little bit out of shape. I noticed he was drawing closer to me. I continued, nervously.
"You know, there is a mmn about a clock. I forget how it goes exactly. Maybe you know it?" Hassidim
love parables, I thought. This will get him into a conversation for sure. "A watchmender was once given two
broken watches to fix. One watch was never touched during the time that it was broken, and the other one
was wound from time to time. The watch that was never wound was impossible to fix, but the other one
was fixed easily. " The moral of the story: the soul, like the watch, if not 'wound' periodically when it is
broken will become too rusty to be fixed.
I realized that I had made a mess of the mmn, but I didn't really have to worry. He was already
telling me his own story about watches.
"In Mahane Yehuda," he began, "the stores close at seven o'clock at night. One day a shopowner
closed at six o'clock because he wasn't doing so well. Just when he was closing the shop a customer came
to the door and asked, 'Why are you closing, it's only six o'clock?' the owner responded, 'on a bad day
six o'clock comes one hour earlier. Go home and fix your watch."
He then started to ask me the normal introductory questions like where are you from, what are you
doing here and "You look lost. Where are you going?
I fired off the answers one by one telling him that I was from Canada and was studying at the Hebrew
University for one year. He interrupted my answers. "You go to the Hebrew University? Tell me, what is
really happening there?" His face expressed a genuine concern. "I heard something on the radio last week.
There were fights?"
I told him what I had heard. We had a big discussion about it and eventually he got around to telling
me that he was involved in Ba'al Tshuva work and would like to get to know more of the students. I
couldn't be of any help to him.
We were walking in the direction of the famous, now destroyed Mandelbaum Gate, and he started
telling me another story. "In 1948 Jordanian tanks used to roll back and forth through the gate as they
pleased. Once a Hassid - oh he was a real Heveraman, a member of the Etzel too - threw a Molotov
cocktail at one of the tanks and blew it up. Now he only has one leg but he walks well. See!" he pointed
to a burly man with white flowing side-curls, "That's him !"
I continued to walk and talk with the man hugging the walls closely on the narrow Mea Shearim
street. A skinny, pallid, deep-eyed and disheveled Hassid came up to him and slipped him two rolled five
shekel notes and kept on walking. He stopped him. "Wait, he talks English," he said pointing to me. 'Talk
to him in English!"
The disheveled Hassid opened his mouth and gave a deep-eyed stare. "Goyim desecrate the Shabbes,"
he whispered mysteriously, "Jews shouldn't desecrate the Shabbes.. . "
What is the meaning of these words? Or was he just crazy? He muttered something in Yiddish took
my hand, shook it and said, "have lots of Simchas. to m n’ nn .nnxn 1? nDtn" and dissolved into the street.
"He's a broken man," the vigorous Hassid said. "He has a retarded child and his life isn't that happy.
He just gave me some money for a widow and her child. His father was a great rebbe in Philadelphia, that's
why he knows now to speak English."
It was getting late. He gave me his address and invited me to visit any time I wanted. I asked him for
some parting words.
"The Talmud," I said, "states that when two people separate, they should speak words of Halacha,
that way they will remember each other. Nu?"
"N u?" he answered in a gentle voice, a smile coming over his face m r r ?a a«n ,-paa m n to
’awn nx nnx pm1?''. ........... . . . . .
I gave him a five shekel note for the widow and her child. He took it embarrassedly, shook my hand
and said "Gut Shabbes x ’ -ia rprm .m m s 1? n a rn " turned around and walked on his way back home.
Eliot Malomet
University of Toronto, Canada

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home ’till “ That! ” I mean, I was really into the letter and then . . . boom. “ Dear son of
ours ...” Thats me I assume, “ . . . Have you been yet to see cousin Issac, great aunt Mirrelle,
second uncle twice removed, Berrle, or your other cousins who live in Rechavia, . . . or is it
Rechovot? Whichever it is . . . GO VISIT! ” Visit Shmisit. They don’t even know where
these people live, and I’m supposed to go visit them. Geez. The last time m y family had
contact with th a t family was the Crimean War. And now I have to play family detective. I
can see it now . . . “ So y o u 'r e third cousin Chaim’s second youngest son’s nephew? ”
“ No, no, third cousin Chaim’s second youngest son’s nephew was on a Kibbutz Program
in 79. I’m Chaim’s brother-in-Law’s second cousin through my mother’s marriage, and
I’m at Hebrew University.”
“ Wait. Isn’t Chaim’s brother-in-law the one who is a big lawyer? ”
“ No, the big lawyer married uncle Jack’s second oldest daughter. Chaim’s brother-inlaw
is in the textile business.”
“ Whatever, we’re Mishpacha. You and me are practically mother and son. . . So how
come you never called? ”
“ They want to know why I never called. Sure, it’s easy for them. They live in a house
with something called a “ phone! ” What do I have? A long line. I remember trying to call
those damn relatives on the Kibbutz. Going every day to the Post Office for a week collecting
‘Asimonim’. Finally, the big day came, I was psyched. I had enough of those damn little
metal doughnuts, 458. —To the phone and on line. I get there. I call. A voice answers.
“ Shalom, Kibbutz Sde Erev.”
“ Shalom, can I speak to Esther Bar-Aretz? Make it quick please, I’m on Asimonim.”
Clink, clink. . . (Better put a few more in).
“ She seems to be in the dining room. I’ll have her paged.”
“ Thanks clink, clink, you.” clink, clink. (How the hell do I go through these things so
fast? ) clink.
“ Hellow. She’s in the dining room.”
“ So, nu? Let me speak to her! ”
“ But we’re practicing for the regional Kibbutz Songfest. We have some great songs
for it and —”
“ Look, clink, clink. I’m sure it’s great but can I please speak to Esther. This is her
cousin from Jerusalem and clink. I’m running out of asimonim.”
“ I ’ll see what I can do.” (Rude Americans).
Clink, clink. (Oh damn, I only have 53 left. Clink. Make that 52. Ho, hum. Where the
clink, is she? It’s a conspiracy.)
“ Shalom, Esther will be here in a minute.”
“ Thank you.” (Thank G-d, I only have 10 clink, clink, or 8 left.)
“ Shalom, This is Esther. Who is this? ! ”
“ Oh, Shalom — Shalom Esther? Clink. It’s me. Your cousin from Jerusalem, clink.”
“ From Jerusalem . . .? ”
“ Yes, clink. I’m at Hebrew University.”
“ Oh! so you’re . . . clink, clink, clink, buzzzz . . .
“ Hello? Hellow? ” damn! !
Well, I never had much to say to her anyway. Back to worrying about these other
relatives. I’m sure I’ll find them, but then what? I’ll have to talk to them. Yeah, But it ’ll
be fun. Sure. But I’ll get a meal out of it. Now that’s an inducement. They'll probably have
a nice meat dinner. Geez. The last time I had meat was the last time I went “ Baruching.”
But what if they’re vegetarians? Nahh, couldn’t be. But what if they are? Then it aint
worth visiting. Sure it is. This is my family. My heritage. My roots. Do I really need a meal
to drag me out to Rechavia, or is it Rechovot? Whatever. Enough of my laziness. Enough
of my not caring about the Mishpacha. Time to put an end to my lethargy. I’m gonna call
’em right away, and go visit. And see them often. And become part of their lives. And I’ll
resume the family connections that were interrupted by the Crimean War. And it’ll be so
great and rewarding and fullfilling. And I’ll start it all . . . next weekend.
Jordan Sklar
Long Island, New York, SUNY Binghamton

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TAKING IN THE VIEW

®fje pipeline Committee
One Ulpan evening six One Year Program students met to discuss the role that the
O. Y.P. student can play in their year at the Hebrew University. The group concluded that it
was important for the O. Y.P. student to have a voice in directing and improving their social
and academic year. Subsequently, it founded the 1981—1982 Pipeline Committee whose
purpose was to serve as an intermediary between the O. Y.P. students and the School for
Overseas Administration. The Pipeline Committee dealt with three facets o f student life:
academic affairs; quality o f life in the dorms and extra and co-curricular activities. After
the Pipeline Committee’s foundation was laid, its members were anxious to begin in their
active role that would better the year.
As the year progressed, the Pipeline Committee became stronger in number and spirit.
In the regular and humorous meetings, student concerns were discussed and projects that
would benefit the O. Y.P. student body were implemented. The Pipeline Committee organized
the Jerusalem Post Subscription Drive, the Hanukah and the End o f theYear Parties, the
Scavenger Hunt and the Feedback Sessions. The Pipeline Committee also entered the
publishing field with the first regular publication o f the O. Y.P. newspaper, “Yachad, ”
and with the publication o f the first student written preparatory book, “From the Mountain
Peak, ” (to prepare future O. Y.P. students) for coming to the Hebrew University and to
Israel
Ȧcademically, the Pipeline Committee held a constant dialogue with Dean Singer
concerning ongoing academic issues, organized the course evaluations and published the
results in a book to help next years students choose their courses.
The Pipeline Committee hopes their efforts and endeavours will also benefit future
students. We would like to thank Moshe Margolin for his continuous support and valuable
advice which greatly aided the Pipeline Committee throughout the year.
The Pipeline Committee was united in its concern and desire for progress. Through
mutual co-operation and goodwill, we learned that improvement was possible. Thanks
guys!
Jordan Stevens
Pipeline Chairman
Toronto, Canada, Queen’s University
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The editorial staff would like to thank all those who contributed to the Yearbook.
We couldn’t have done it without you!
Thinking back on all the places we’ve visited, and experiences we’ve shaped, we hope
that the Yearbook will exist as a tangible fond memory o f your year in Israel.
We hope that you enjoy the Yearbook as much as we’ve enjoyed putting it together.
,rmo nn1?
THE EDITORS
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COORDINATING EDITOR:
Nancy Galler — SUNY at Purchase
EDITORIAL BOARD:
Yisraela Angelone — University of Rochester
Elan Eisen — York University
Angela Himsel — Indiana University
Eliot Malomet — University of Toronto
Joel Newman — Northwestern University
Jordan Sklar — SUNY at Binghamton
Jordan Stevens — Queens Universtiy — Canada
PHOTOGRAPHER:
Sandi Rabin — George Washington University
CONTRIBUTORS:
Lauren Abelson — American University
Brian Alexander — FYP
Yisraela Angelone — University of Rochester
Lynnsie Balk — FYP
Jonathan Cohen — SUNY Binghamton
Shuki Eichenbaum — Hebrew University
Elan Eisen — York University
Steve Feldman — Kean College
Rob Feiger — Indiana University
Alexandre Fishburn — B.S.P.
Sam Fogleman — Cal-State / Chicago
Devorah Firedman — U. of Colorado
Philippa Freshman — visiting student
Bill Gallagher — FYP
Nancy Galler — SUNY Purchase
Rachel Gershan — George Washington University
Ronnie Goldofsky — Queens College, N.Y.
Deena Grossman — visiting student
Jill Grossman — University of Washington
Michael Hasten — UC-Berkeley
Sharone Hoffer — SUNY Albany
Miriam Heiman — Queens College N.Y.
Vanessa Herman — FYP
Angela Himsel — Indiana University
Rochelle Laufer — Brooklyn College
Chaim Lazarus — Washington U. - St. Louis
Bobby Lepson — Brandeis
Shelley Levine —York University
Eliot Malomet — University of Toronto
Judy Marx — Geroge Washington
Aviva Merlin — SUNY Buffalo
Joel Newman — Northwestern University
Brynn Olenberg — SUNY Binghamton
Rena Potok — U. of Penna.
Sandi Rabin —George Washington
Mark Robin — Columbia University
Barry Rotman — Reed College
David Selch — FYP
Lori Sheridan — Indiana University
Charna Silverman — SUNY Albany
Jordan Sklar — SUNY Binghamton
Karen Small — Indiana University
Lori Stark — Rutgers
Jordan Stevens — Queens University (Canada)
Ken Swartz — University of B.C.
Mary Zwickl — CSU Sacramento
ARTISTS: Nancy Galler, Jordan Sklar
COVER: by Temmy Ungerman, York University
ADVISOR:
Moshe Margolin, Office of Student Activities
TECHNICAL ADVISOR:
Aliza Samuel, Publications Office
FINANCIAL ADVISOR:
Shalom Tessone, Bursar
GRAPHIC ADVISOR:
Ofra at Graph Press
T h is Y earb o o k is a student publication of the One Year Program.
A lthough the Rothberg S chool fo r Overseas Students encourages the project,
it takes no respon sibility fo r the Y earb o o k's content.
T h is Y earb o o k was made possible by grants fro m :
T h e A m erican Frien ds of the Hebrew U niversity
T h e Canadian Frends of the Hebrew U niversity
T h e O ffice of Student A ctivities, Rothberg School fo r Overseas Students.
The O ffice o f S tudent A ctiv itie s wishes to thank the contributo rs, staff, and editorial board of this Y earb o o k fo r giving of their
time, talent, creativity, and energy. . . in m aking a q u ality volum e that reflects this y e a r’s experience on the One Y ear Program.
THIS Y EA R B O O K IS A STUDENT PRO JECT OF THE ONE Y EA R PROGRAM OF
TH E HEBREW U N IV ERSITY OF JERUSALEM
T h e Y earb o o k staff w ishes to thank "D ry b o n e s" and Yad V 'Shem .
P rin te d a t G ra p h Press
Je ru sale m , Israel
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