19.03.2011 13.Adar ll, 5771
Working in the fields was an inseperable part of my childhood. The memory that remains is one of longing, and of a tremendous sense of freedom.
On Saturday morning, we drove to Tira. That's how it is, when I'm feeling really bad, I have to drive to Tira. I'm not convinced that it helps, but it's a need I haven't yet learned to control, like many others. And in general, what exactly do I manage to control? This was the thought that echoed in my mind.
"So how are you?" asked Dad, driving slowly along the dirt roads surrounding Tira. The children sat in the back seat, excited about Grandpa's promise that he would take them to pick strawberries. He had spoken with a good friend, one of the last people in Tira who still grows strawberries, and the friend gladly invited the children to visit….