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Izhar.
Before they left he told me: “I wanted to go home for a long time now. I feel that only there I can lead a meaningful life”.
When they returned he said: “It’s a very odd feeling, to be back. You’re returning home. In a certain sense, it is your home; it’s where you live, where your belongings are, and where finally, after three weeks, you know where your toothbrush is. But in the deeper sense, your home is there. You feel as if you’ve left it behind”.
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don't get too worried. this subject has been on the discussion table, on and off, ever since he landed in NY 16 years ago. it's part of the picture, or the soundtrack, in the immigrant life. it will never leave. we pass it on to our children, poor souls.
Posted by: Golda b. | May 20, 2005 at 07:49 AM