Local Notes

The Moshava of Pardes-Hannah is the place I come from, but since I left it, my eyes have been turned away from it, as if I couldn’t look at it. Until I went to the army, the Moshava was a whole place; an ordered present, standing there, laid out around a sleepy plaza, surrounded on three sides by orchards, and to the west: marvelous dunes—a strange…