Because they were working with concrete, the moshavniks worked day and night to build this breakwater, to make the coast safe for the fishing boats they thought would allow them to make a living in this sandy area.  And indeed there are boats there – from the maritime school.  But we only got in with special permission and the wharf isn’t open to the public.  It isn’t open to fishing, either.  The school and the camps seem to be the center of activity.  

But I remember the deep grief Bandi continued to feel for the rest of his life at the loss of his father, and only a place this beautiful, and a goal so fine, could have taken him out of the year-long immobility he experienced.