• There and back again

    And then Yael has arrived.
    Sometimes a moment’s significance becomes clear only in retrospect.

  • 6 Stages on my way to freedom

    It took me quite a while to get here. Years, actually. This is how it happened.

  • Axioms (or: This is me breaking free!)

    ‘So what do you wanna do?’, I was suddenly self-pondering again, and then I realized I was limiting the range of possibilities. The answer ‘should’ be a type of job or profession, while the real answer is ‘to travel’, or even ‘to wander’.

  • New Year’s Eve, India, 2014-2015

    Natalia and I went into the doctor’s ‘room’, along with two nurses. Not a moment too soon, I realized I have no idea what I’m going into. Well, apparently this ‘draining’ process is a small surgery, involving a local anesthesia. Who wouldn’t want to go through his first surgery ever… in India?

  • Manegau – Part 1, May 2013

    What’s your name? Mero nam Tom ho. It means ‘innocence’ in Hebrew.
    The gathering is having a dispersed-but-well-mannered discussion. At its conclusion I am named Asale, which means… innocence in Nepali. So… Mero nam Asale ho.

  • Alone in Pokhara, April 2013

    Freedom Cafe’s jamming stage is run by Tomas, a German guy that likes to spend his time standing on stage while he’s really high, and recite meaningless sentences while the band is playing. When I asked him how did he get to this point in his life, he slowly responded ‘It’s all part of my mission… Freedom!’.

  • Spreading wings – March 10th, 2013

    ‘Don’t look back, don’t look back’, I kept telling myself while steadily walking towards the security check counters, leaving my parents and best friends behind. Take a deep breath.

  • And then the Earth trembled

    The sounds of the falling rocks merged with the sounds of the earth moving, and in a short while the air was filled with dust and it wasn’t possible to see the mountain on the other side anymore.

  • Goodbye, India

    Three months and three weeks.
    My second time in India has been fascinating, diverse, funny, tasty, painful, hot, freezing, exhausting, calming, surprising, annoying and amazing.
    Here are some moments that won’t be forgotten:

  • Farewells, blocked rickshaws, air rifles, Bollywood and our calling

    ‘And what’s your calling?’, I ask her, and she answers right away without hesitation

It took me quite a while to get here. Years, actually. This is how it happened.

I showed the guard my passport. He looked at me, surprised by my tearful eyes, and said something about me not being happy at a moment like this.

“Everything that is truly beautiful, ends in its own dawdling, inconsiderate way”

“I want you to promise me something – while I’m away, keep sharing and updating me. Don’t think I’m not interested just because I’m travelling somewhere”

I’ll be leaving soon. I’ve started to face it upfront.

‘So what do you wanna do?’, I was suddenly self-pondering again, and then I realized I was limiting the range of possibilities. The answer ‘should’ be a type of job or profession, while the real answer is ‘to travel’, or even ‘to wander’.

After two sweatful nights in Amritsar, we started the exhausting journey to Dharamsala, Back to the Himalayas. I had a nice routine in Dharamsala – the day starts with Yoga, followed by a Hindi lesson at Narinder’s, a nice Indian guy who used to be a mountaineer. Today he’s palayzed from the neck down due to a diease. Rajni, his wife, instructs wonderful cooking courses. One day, Shaked and I were climbing… Read More

We’re taking off. Three months in Nepal, and it feels a little bit like leaving home. We’re above the clouds, and Nepal says its farewell with an appropriate encore – an impressive snowy peak peeks between the clouds, with its full magnificence. Nothing compares to it. New Delhi airport. We’re standing in line for passport check, and I can already see the shiny duty free area beyond the clerk. It reminds me of the… Read More

We went back to Tevel’s Big House in Kathmandu for a short summary-seminar. We even stayed there another night after the seminar’s ended, just because they let us, and we wanted to hold on a little bit more. Eventually, it was over, and we (Begam, Shaked & I, together with a few of the other volunteers) went back to the Thamel, waiting for our flight to India that was due a few days later…. Read More

At some point, the conversation topic became dancing. It all ended up with three Israelis dancing Resam Phiriri, and a bunch of Nepali teenagers dancing Macarena for the first time in their lives. Now that’s what I call cultural exchange.