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April 8, 2008

I am plagued by a certain mental malaise every time I return from a trip to Israel.

I feel run-down, depleted, out of sorts.

It’s not the usual back-from-vacation-I-wish-I-wasn’t-at-work sluggishness. It’s different. It’s deeper and harder to shake off.

Israel leaves an aftertaste that is a combination of fatigue, nostalgia, emptiness and expectation.

(Top: Purim Parade – Holon; Middle: Shabbat dinner – Hadera; Bottom: My sister’s wedding – Haifa)

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