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The Kibbutz library next
to were this story took place
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Sitting on the lawn near the Kibbutz dormitory, watching the faces of all the people, classmates, friends, family really, the people who had been with me for good or for worse from age 5 weeks old until 18 years, what's now?
We did not know any other life, but this was it. The well formulated trajectory from cradle and until the end of high school was over.
Just a day earlier we have been totally engrossed in performing our final show in celebration of our graduation from high school. A show we produced over a long period. Some of the students wrote very witty original songs that still I can hum in my head, something about 2 people living inside a snail conch, feeling very comfy, wondering if to come out or not when it is rainy outside, and then deciding to come out like we were coming out into the world now. The conclusion of the song was that their best choice was to live in the Kibbutz.. I cannot remember how they got to such an interesting conclusion. I was playing the flute.
But now I was sitting on the lawn with 12 others who I have been with since birth, as babies in the nursery, dined with them daily for 18 years, slept with them at the same rooms, have been forced fed by the same care taker, sat with them at the same classes, suffered or enjoyed under the same teachers, they are going to go their own way now and I am going on mine, this is it.
I remember it was a sunny day, we were scattered on the lawn near our last dormitory of the last 4 years and everyone was in their own world, realizing it was over, life as we know it is over, from now on it is reunions and meetings here and there, but not a daily enforced routine anymore. Now we all go to the army.
And that we did, but that is a matter for another ramble.
Shabbat Shalom,
Boaz Pnini
Bridges 2 Israel
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