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Week 30: From the Right Side of the Ocean

Published: 24.07.2026

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FRA → TLV
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Colombia
Colombia
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Frankfurt
Frankfurt, Germany
We are rhythm people. Friday morning has arrived, bringing thoughts about the blog. And I'm struggling to let it go. I just woke up to an airplane breakfast on the right side of the ocean. I see the plane on the map over England, and something in my heart feels more relaxed. Despite our hatred for the England football team since Tim, (which, strangely, reached its highest point while we were obsessed with its failures in the World Cup), we have entered our home turf, or at least the neighborhood.

Listening through headphones to the mesmerizing voice of Corinne Alal:
Sometimes, between me and myself, I hear the cries of my dream
and it asks me, trembling, about my well-being
and it asks where my country is and who is with me


The plane is full of dreaming people. Packed and organized like sardines in front of a personal screen and a personal tray, squeezed into a kind of limbo world of waiting - on the way to a vacation or to work, to a wonderful new world or to the longing for a familiar world. Dreaming.
And I - dreaming of returning home. I am Israeli, and this journey has sharpened the meaning of that. Also in the yearning for the place, the people, the smells, the language, to understand and be understood. And in the realization that the sense of responsibility for this miserable place does not end when you leave it.
It might reach a day when we decide we need to escape from it, but there's no doubt that the urgency for that has significantly decreased in the order of priorities - even if Bibi and the group of crazies miraculously win again.

Recently, thoughts about the conscription of Mati, which is approaching slowly and surely, have been rising in me. What implications does it have to understand that this is our home? Binding our children to our fate. I think to myself that I wish he would have the courage to be a conscientious objector. I didn't have that courage in my 3 years of regular service and 15 years of reserve duty. Even during my army time, madness ruled, just with less grotesqueness.


In the game - sorry for the question I asked the kids, the first question was: Name all the places we have been in the past six months. A competition - each one takes turns saying, until someone gets stuck. They managed to name 15 places. On the way to San Jose, a few days ago, Mati said: Let's play that game again. For an hour of driving, we excitedly went through round after round of places. We reached more than 200 places. Apparently, it did make an impact on them.

When we arrived at the airport yesterday, the well-oiled machine worked at maximum efficiency. The kids led the suitcases from the car to the line, all the suitcases neatly arranged in threes next to the check-in, there are documents for Toto, the car is sent on its way, putting the cage together within two minutes. Ofri closes the zip ties. We finished everything with two spare hours and we all sang together a fan song sung at the end of a victory, mocking the opposing team: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 let's go home. The excitement of returning is noticeable, even if it’s harder for some of us - Yoala is coming back with a cold that developed on the plane into sinusitis.

So now it's my turn in the game.

What will I miss in Colombia

The mango, papaya, and berries of excellent quality, at ridiculous prices and available all year round.

Leisure and the peace to be with myself - cooking, making pickles, dreaming, woodworking, writing.

To the endless natural expanses, for running around the lake.


What strange or annoying things have I gotten used to

That there isn’t a normal shower - the water is never at a good temperature and usually the shower ends in the middle because the automatic timer of the heater runs out.

That there’s no meaning to the white line on the road and that driving with a phone in hand and one eye on the road is normal (and every day you pass by an accident and momentarily put the phone aside).

That they have a weird obsession with hygiene and hair - all the cooks, waiters, and bartenders wear hairnets, and at the pool, you must wear a swim cap (even for people with little hair like me).

That they throw toilet paper in the waste bin and not in the toilet.

That paradoxically in the land of coffee, it’s pretty bad in most places.

What do I miss in Israel

Like Mati and Michael (and Ofri)...

What do I want to be different

I wrote myself a long list... Let's settle for adopting some of the healthy habits I developed in Colombia, investing in and enjoying both leisure and work.

Tip for relocation

Prepare the ground back home for endless negotiations with the kids - don’t promise promises upfront and extract promises from them before they understand what they mean.


Boarding the relocation flight from Frankfurt.

Let's go home.

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