Kibbutz

In the afternoon Niv took us to his kibbutz, where he and Orly grew up and his parents still live. I guess Orly hadn’t been there for years because when she saw a teenage boy jumping in and out of the pool, she called to him uncertainly and was amazed that this was the same little boy from the kibbutz. The only thing, it seems, that changes there is time.

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