• Yad Vashem Reflection

    As we walked through the great stone doors of Yad Vashem a great sense of familiarity swept over us. It has been 4 weeks since we journeyed through the horrors of the holocaust in Europe yet the wounds of our ancestors of which we learned still seemed fresh. Each document of deportation, each death certificate; every bit of evidence of the atrocities creates another void of anguish within us.


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  • It’s Not Goodbye, It’s L’hitraot (see you later)

    Now that the NFTY in Israel journey is about to end, another journey is beginning. Your teen's will soon disembark from the airplane very tired, but nevertheless very fulfilled. It is without a doubt the NFTY in Israel summer is a challenging summer and ultimately it is a summer of growing up. These young people who were so far away from their homes needed to work together in a group experience that was often demanding and frequently called upon them to harness their inner resources.


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  • NFTY in Israel at the Reform Kotel, Spiritual Peak of the Summer

    Earlier this morning was the teens visit to Yad Vashem, Israel’s Holocaust Educational Center and Memorial. As these teens have already been to Auschwitz this summer, the visit was tailored with sensitivity to their previous educational experiences.  Emphasis was placed on the role of memory of the Holocaust in Israeli Society.


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  • The Red Sun on Masada

    4:30 was not the earliest we had ever woken up on this trip, but that didn’t change the fact that I was exhausted. We slept in Bedouin tents and it was moderately comfortable, a little more comfortable than the desert just because of the mattresses. It still felt like nighttime when we got up, and I only really woke up when this giant bug was crawling around our tent.


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  • Repairing the World

    For chavaya, a four day free choice, the majority of my friends decided to spend a few days in the IDF or hike from the Sea of Galilee to the Mediterranean. For some reason I went out on a limb and chose Tikkun Olam, repairing the world. Even though none of my friends were doing it, I would not trade my experience with it for the world.


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