While Hizballah is showing us the videos of all their tunnels and their massive weaponry and raining down their usual 50 odd rockets on the north, I am chattering with my friend (now 10 months in exile) about our college days and how we now understand what we were experiencing.  Then Ezi and I go out to the exhibit of Maskit

Ezi has a long history of the fashion house of Maskit

since the chief designer was a deep friend of Ezi’s parents and even I managed to meet with her long ago.  As a gesture that brought me into the family, Ezi’s mother bought me a famed desert coat then.  How wonderful to see the coat in the museum now, a symbol of the effort to incorporate the new immigrants and the immediate environment into our lives.