‘How could you leave Ra’anana?” people ask when they discover that we had left that paradise on earth, “and why Migdal Ha’emek?”
The end of moving day in mid-November was a surreal scene for us as the movers’ crane hoisted boxes and furniture into the air over our small balcony and through a window they had removed. Our recliner appeared in two pieces, other furniture had truncated legs, but somehow they managed to piece it all together as night fell. “Ticha, ticha – gently does it,” I said, aping their native Russian, hoping for a gentle landing in our rented apartment. Moriah, a neighbor from round the corner who had met us previously, kindly brought over some potato and cheese snacks.
We are here in Migdal Ha’emek for 20 months of community service after 34 years in the rainbow bubble of Ra’anana. As the boxes were gradually unpacked, the apartment began to feel like home. A few evenings later Shuki, the electrician, was balanced precariously on our ladder as if suspended in mid-air.
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