A Zionist Love Story II
This article expands the metaphor I drew of Israel as a “husband” which I introduced in my first blog of this series. ” title=”Nefesh B’Nefesh”>Nefesh B’Nefesh charter flight, which I joined as in-flight press, I admit I felt like French-kissing the land. It had been year since we’ve seen each other.
Only my love was different than the starry-eyed love I encountered among the new olim (immigrants to Israel) about to enjoy the Nefesh B’Nefesh welcome reception, which I likened to a