2. EXPLANATORY NOTES,
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Shalom Gilad. I feel well, Our dog Sissi is ok. I'm running wild with Sissi,
Open the house Open the flowers
I remember the old house which was set apart But nothing helped, something always got in, Can you guess? Ok it was the mice, I remember they got up on the bed, Hannah, Ruth and Sarah had to get rid of them, I remember that when we moved to the new house we were terribly happy and we brought over various things in wheelbarrows and things were even better. When Yaakov joined us and Moshe, it was great, I remember how we helped Hannah get them used to things but in the end Yaakov went to another place and we were left with Moshe only but Hannah looked after him and we helped him He was really a nice boy I’m sorry that you are leaving Hannah.
If I had a magician's hat
If I had a magician's hat I would ask for peace I would want it to come here I would want there to be nice houses and strong - I'd want the kibbutz to be rich with tractors and a lot of houses every day every day I dream of a magician's hat decorated with a feather doing everything I want.
To: Ramah, Yehoshua & Tamar
I'm in Yagur at the ballet. The time is 4:15.
Shalom parents and Tamar!
What's new? I'm fine! As I told you, I'm in kibbutz Yagur and the performance hasn't started yet. This morning we were in the Haifa maritime museum and it was great. After that we went to the court but there wasn't actually a trial we could see. We walked a lot and I went to the port.
We sailed in a boat, it was very nice, but there was an unfortunate incident. We were in a boat with another 75 children from Holon. The 'boss' of the boat was a miserable old man who said that 120 more children had come and there isn't another boat so we won't go to the Kishon river as he had promised. He said that the kibbutzniks are 'snobs' and they raise the price of tomatoes for no reason. The performance is now about to start.So I'll sign off.
Written in an essay writing lesson
Tell Ginger that his sister Orit performed wonderfully. It's better not to describe kvutsat Ayala's play! Being in the fourth and fifth grade and having such a low level (in my opinion) they should not have gone on stage.
We put on the play 'This is the history of', which describes the childhood days of our kvutsa and growing up. In my opinion it went well and was very nice.
Then came the children's holiday. In the morning every child received a T-shirt with the 25th anniversary symbol of Ein Dor.
At 9 in the morning, the whole kibbutz went to a field behind the new houses, and the crop-spraying plane came and parachuted bags of sweets! It was very nice. Afterwards everyone went to the swimming pool and icecream was given out. At lunch time there was a partial eclipse. Abba prepared a black negative for me so I could see the eclipse.
At 4.30 there was a short procession and then the party started. In the old dining hall there was 'carting' and near the children's shelter there were 'mini-cars' for the little ones. There was a 'tractor-train' and something similar but smaller. There was sugar floss, a strength tester and shooting at a target with an airgun. There were also camels. The festival was marvellous.
I'll finish here.
Your loving brother
...as for us - your old father is gradually beginning to find a common language with his young son Yaron - and I think I told you that he is training me in basketball according to all the rules - and is he a tough nut' Until I learned ?a step and a half' I felt almost finished. But it's excellent for me, and no less good for him - so much so that after the first bout of training he asked why I didn't actually read the sports news. I promised him to take more interest once I got into the subject. What saved me in netting the ball was my having looked at several games on television.
The day before yesterday it was the start of the second week of vacation following the pleasant surprises of the first week, including an aeroplane flight over the country. It was then I asked him if he wanted to come and photograph with me. He was very happy. I set the light and the speed and focused for him, then let him shoot. And there is in all truth no possibility of differentiating between his photos and mine
And so in general everything is ok and yesterday Yaron informed us that from now on we shouldn't worry if he didn't come to our room. He's grown up and has all sorts of activities and training practice in the afternoons and if he doesn't come to us he says there is no cause for concern - all this while finishing off a two pound melon.
To Hannah, Shalom!
Well, you will certainly not understand why I'm writing to you at all, after I didn't reply for two years to your long letter. Apparently I simply felt in my heart that it wasn't right that the whole thing should end that way. I understand that you've gone up to the kibbutz highschool.
Don't think that I'm sex mad or something of that sort. We were both simply very young relatively, 13 years old, and don't think I don't remember the date of your birthday! 26th of October, right?
Hannah, it may be that you have a boyfriend and don't think I'm trying to begin this romance (if you'd like to call it that) from the start. I simply wanted to write to you and I promise that if I get a letter from you I'll surely come to Hatzor in the summer, during the long vacation.
Incidentally, don't think I didn't see you, and you me, in the Jerusalem camp. I still don't have a girlfriend and if I will have one it may only be next year, who knows? Hannah, I hope you take the reply to me seriously for its important for me to know what you think of me!!
I hope you've grown and remained as beautiful as you were then.
Shalom to you, Yaron,
In any case, I'm replying to you: a) because I'm awfully fond of writing letters and b) because I'm curious to know what really motivated you suddenly to write to me...
I wanted to tell you that I don't have a boyfriend: as yet I haven't ever had one. (I believe that in time I'll have one..), But now I don't mean anything like this but just to write, to be friends if that's how you want to call it. Now I'm thinking what else to tell you:
Should I tell about myself, about the high school, or about heaven knows what? But I don't know if it'll be interesting - anyway, a bit about myself on condition that you also tell a little about yourself so that we'll get to know each other better. (I can't hear your answer but you're saying 'ok', right?).
So: I'm just average in everything - height 160, weight 52 kg., not too high and not too low, neither especially fat nor thin, I'm not the cleverest but certainly not the most stupid.
I very much like to read poetry, to study literature and chemistry, to dance, to sing, to paint and to like everyone in the kvutsa. My standing is pretty good, I'm not particularly hated but neither am I the best liked (I told you I'm terribly average, nothing special in me. What can one do?), At the beginning of the year I thought everyone in the group hated me and I was terribly depressed, It took me a little time to understand that life doesn't always divide everything up into black and white, into only hats and love, I understood that not everyone can love me because this is the way of the world.
With me, everything simply affects my emotions directly and its only later that reason comes in. Well, that's it more or less. I think I've told you a little about who I am even though I'd like to tell you more but I was a bit afraid it would bore you and perhaps you wouldn't understand what I was getting at and who I really am. Apart from this its happened to me several times that I told too much and afterwards I was sorry.
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