It was so fun to walk the streets of Jerusalem eating shawarma and falafel (with lots of skhug for me please), laughing with Mindy and Michael and hearing languages from around the world, realizing all these people are our family.
Today, we made our journey to Israel. After enjoying one of my favorite things (an Israeli breakfast buffet), we visited the city of Ramla, the city where many new immigrants, like the teens we met in Ukraine, come to restart and rebuild.
For the first time since World War II, members of our Jewish family carry the label Displaced Persons. And this time, Yevgenia is not young and mobile. She suffers from various medical ailments including diabetes. We were there to visit her, hear her story, and bring it home.
