This is the last piece describing our trip including Auschwitz and Israel, that my son wanted to complete. You can see the other pieces 4 August, 7 August, 8 August, 9 August, 10 August, and 11 August.
Did you ever get confused when you dial a number? Well, I certainly did on this trip.
It’s dinner time. My son and I are hankering for a nice, juicy steak. (Do you know how difficult it is to go out and order a steak? Of course not- you don’t keep kosher. We have to either live in Manhattan [among three or four other places in the States] or be in Israel to do this.)
Most of you know that I am Jewish. One of the greatest moments in my life was when I got to see the Western Wall (which was called the Wailing Wall, back then). It was right after the 1967 War. At that time, the Wall was less exposed that it is now. And, you had to travel through narrow alleys to reach it. When I made that last turn and saw the wall, I was dumbstruck, mesmerized. It was awe-inspiring. It was the symbol that clearly spoke to me. Yrushalayim- Jeruslaem- the City of Peace. Clearly proof that someone (the Supreme Being?) has a delicious sense of humor- since this clearly was a city that had not known peace. Most important cities exist for strategic reasons. New York, San Francisco, Athens, … their waterways serve as gateways. London, New Orleans, Berlin, Vienna exist because of important, navigable rivers. Beijing and Madrid have strategic views from on high. Jerusalem- none of the above.