“Would you be interested in meeting some friends at the port at Michmoret?” I ask Ezi.  “Sure,” he says, “I’ve never seen it…. and my father built it.”  This happens to me all the time — we go somewhere and Ezi uncovers some important fact about the family.  And Michmoret is such a gorgeous place.  This is where Ezi’s father, who was in a deep depression after his father died in 1948, rebuilt himself by donating the port.    Somehow I felt his presence there.