What a messy mind I have. Despite the unhappiness I have about the present government in Israel, despite my constant complaints, despite the news, I get more patriotic every day. I’ve been reading Hebrew women’s poetry of the twenties and thirties and thinking that if only my aunts had been able to get here instead of Auschwitz they would have been privileged to fall in love with this land. That’s an amazingly sentimental thought for me, but there it is.
Am I right? Am I left? yes.
